six months

 James is six months! Wow it has flown by so fast. These six months have been the best, the happiest, the hardest, most challenging and most fun six months of my life. James is a great baby when he wants to be but lately it seems like he doesn't want to be good very much. I will blame it on all the travel and moving away from his grandparents and aunts and uncles where he used to get so much attention. I think he gets bored with his mom during the days, evidenced by the way he is always so happy to see his dad when he comes home from school. I am hoping that once we get more settled and can start doing more during the day that he will be a little happier.

Don't get me wrong, dude is one happy kid and a joy to be around. He is learning to talk and make all sorts of new noises-- the teradactyl noise, his sweet babbling right before he falls asleep and wakes up, the deep throaty sighs. Oh he is funny. Right now his favorite is yelling at the top of his lungs for no reason. He isn't sad yelling, just yelling to make noise. I feel so bad for our neighbors.


He is learning to explore and wants to touch and hold everything. He always bangs the said item against the floor or chair over and over again and then he'll start to eat whatever it is. Steve says he is making sure his prey is really dead before he takes a bite. Weird kid.

He is sitting up on his own with supervision. He usually falls to the side at some point, but he can go for a long time if he has toys to play with and keep him concentrating hard. He is scooting all over the place but not crawling yet. His favorite game is drop things on the floor and watch mom pick them up. Or peek a boo.

Sleeping is horrible right now. He can't seem to go longer than 3 hours without waking up and it seems like it is always such a process to get him to fall asleep.  We've started to sleep train him. Right now some nights are better than others and I think I am having a much harder time with it than he is.  But I have a lot of optimism to go along with my frustration and I think things can only get better so that's good, right?

The good outweighs the bad though and I love being James' mom. He keeps me smiling ad laughing daily and just when i think i'm going to lose it he does something, so sweet and adorable that I melt. Putty in his hands and totally ok with it.