7th Month

6 Months Old

(26 weeks)

19 pounds 2 ounces (95 percentile), 27 inches long (90 percentile).  

27 weeks

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Ah, my little Reka WillaMay is growing up.  She seems like less of a baby and more of a little girl. 

I love to see the light in her eyes when she recognizes a word, a face, a toy, etc. 

She was fussy the other day.  Couldn't figure out what she wanted.  "You sleepy...?" She still fussed.  "You hungry...?"  She still fussed.  "You want your blanket...?" She still fussed.  "You want some squash...?"  She looked directly at me and smiled ear to ear.  Baby loves her squash.

I have caught her several times looking at things trying to figure them out.  I still smile when I see her staring in wonder at her little hand, opening and closing her fingers.  

In an attempt to encourage crawling, I put her toys just out of her reach.  Since we are in an apartment I have her sitting on a blanket rather then just the carpet.  Instead of crawling like I had hoped, she has now successfully taught herself how to pull on the blanket in such a way that the out of reach toys move towards her.  Well, at least she is developing great problem solving skills. 

When I hold her and sing little songs to her she will sometimes look at my face - make eye contact and smile very big.  I love that! 

She loves to watch dogs.  She can watch them for hours!  She also loves to see flags fly in the wind.  Can't wait to introduce her to her first kite!

She laughs now.  The first time she laughed was an interesting situation.  Don had a work friend over for pizza and a race.  I was getting Reka in the bath tub.  The pizza comes and Don yells from the living room, "we probably won't wait for you..." I was just getting my voice back after being very sick so I weakly said, "you're fine." Apparently he didn't hear me for he then said, "well, we could wait for you...." I, after a week or so of being frustrated that no one could hear me, trying to get Reka in the bath, and tired from a long day of motherhood, yelled (in my scratchy voice) "JUST EAT THE PIZZA!"  Reka WillaMay looked at me and her eyes got really big.  I could tell I startled her.  She was trying to decide whether to laugh or cry.  So I tried to turn it into a fun startle.  I made my face as silly as I could and said in a loud scratchy voice, "EAT THE PIZZA" looking directly at her.  She laughed!  I said it again and she laughed more.  After 7 or 8 times I call for Don.  He comes in and sees her belly laughing.  It was great!  

As the last paragraph shows, my little WillaMay is very in tune to my moods.  I find I must watch myself at every move.  If I cry, she does.  If I laugh, she does.  A little mini-me.  I'm scared and flattered all at the same time.  It's a tall order for a short little lady like me.