My little blue-eyed Michelin man is doing a number of new things lately.
First and foremost, food! Baby Louie is already eating food! I say "already", but really, the kid is 6 months old, some might say, "It's about time mama!"
We were honestly in no hurry, and I think that's okay. Clearly the kid has been growing just fine on breast milk alone, and I know from experience that this milestone, while exciting, is also one more thing to fit into the daily routine.
Anyway, it is about that time, so we're doing it, a little reluctantly. I would never wish away my kid's babyhood but I do sort of wish we could skip over the pureed food part and jump right into table food. It gets so much easier when you can just give them bits of whatever it is you're eating. I know that I'm basically describing the baby-led weaning method of introducing solids, but multiple intense gagging incidents have scared me away from fully embracing that philosophy, not to mention that I am a really impatient person and have a hard time not getting involved and letting my baby 100% feed himself. I can't seem to stop myself from sticking a spoon in the kid's mouth!
Totally just a personal preference thing.
So yeah, slowly but surely, we'll do this thing...
...starting with avocado. I also made and froze some sweet potato puree, and we've done mashed up bananas and pears. The little guy also really loves gnawing on peaches and different types of melon in one of those mesh feeder things (probably one of my favorite modern baby contraptions).
I tried to get a picture of his teeth, but he's a squirmy little guy. I took this picture weeks ago, they're much bigger and more prominent these days. Stick your finger in his mouth AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Squirmy... and HAPPY! SO HAPPY!
How cute is this? Gus is reading Louie a book here, totally unprompted by his mother, I was so happy that my camera was sitting right there on my bedside table. So darn cute. Yay for brothers!
Next up... crawling! No not quite, but this weekend he started getting up on his hands and knees and rocking. Gracious me, I'm not sure I'm ready for him to be mobile, I thought I'd have at least another month before I'd have to worry about that, but I'm guessing he's anxious to be able keep up with his big brother.
Now I'm off to start taking inventory of all the "little pieces" toys that we might need to put away for a while, or at least quarantine to Gus's room. I have a feeling this increased mobility stage will be challenging in a very different way the second time around.