Lucas at six months (and a bit)

by DaniGirl on August 28, 2008 · 7 comments

in Baby days, Lucas

Did you hear the choirs of angels singing, and did you see the beam of light shoot down from the heavens to glow lovingly over Lucas’s high chair last week? Or maybe that was just me singing the Hallelujah chorus. We’ve made one of those huge developmental leaps that makes Mommy’s day so very much easier. Lucas can cram food into his own gob now.

Aside from sitting up independently, which he is still on the cusp of doing, this is one of the best milestones in babydom, as measured in units of maternal freedom. I’d been slow in integrating new solids into his diet, taking a week or so between each new food, but now that I can give him something to hold and nosh while I eat or empty the dishwasher or put dinner on the table, we’ve progressed quickly through all the old standbys in the course of the last week: Cheeries, toast, Egos, organic cookies, Mum Mums (do y’all have Mum Mums in the States? Best baby cookie ever!) and even pizza crust.

It’s been a while since I’ve given you a Lucas update, no? Lucas at six (almost seven!) months is a dream baby. He’s pleasant, sweet, and friendly. He continues to (*shhhh, don’t tell anyone!*) sleep through the night. He’s only disagreeable when he’s hungry or tired or is not the centre of attention, much like me. When I brought him for his six-month checkup, I was quite sure I’d find out he’d grown out of the baby bucket car seat/carrier. (Maximum is 22 lbs and 29 inches long.) We had only half an inch to spare, but a whopping five pounds of room to grow before we have to give it up – another hallelujah, please! – because he was 28.5 inches long but only 17 lbs. He’s the longest and the lightest of his brothers at six months, on the 50th percentile for weight and the 95th percentile for length.

My only two concerns going in to the appointment were that he still lolls his head a bit, and he still spits up ferociously. The head-lolling is resolving itself quite well, and the ped said he is not at all concerned. While Tristan sat up independently at five months, Lucas is not quite there yet at almost seven months. He does it for a minute or two, sometimes as much as five, but mostly because he’s propped up. He’ll get there, I’m sure.

The spitting up is driving me bananas. He still does it up to ten times a day, or more, sometimes enough to make a “splat” sound as he launches it over my shoulder and onto the floor below. (My apologies to the people at Canadian Tire, where he christened not one, not two, but three aisles in the sporting goods section while I was looking at skates for the boys last week.) We switched his meds from Ranitidine to Zantac caplets, but if anything he seems to be spitting more. Anyone else out there have a champion spitter and if so, when did it resolve? Seems to me that although Tristan and Simon were both like this, both of them dried up a lot when solids were introduced. Lucas just spits up more colourfully now.

One of my favourite things about this age, aside from the tiny increments of independence (tiny is okay, huge is not allowed) is his affection for me. My favourite is the “I love you so much I must grab you by the hair and suck on your face” kiss. It makes me laugh out loud every single time.

And does he ever love his brothers and his daddy. His whole body wriggles with delight when they talk to him or even walk into the room. Tristan can make him laugh just by looking at him. Is there anything better in the world than a baby belly laugh?

Does it get any cuter than this?

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{ 7 comments… read them below or add one }

1 cinnamon gurl August 28, 2008 at 11:00 am

No, it most certainly does not.

2 Renee August 28, 2008 at 1:21 pm

Happy 1/2 year, Luc-boy! And no, it doesn’t get ANY cuter.

3 Cath August 28, 2008 at 2:38 pm

Gorgeous, gorgeous!

I had a champion spitter myself — she was on Ranitidine for quite a while as well. I actually found that as she started to eat more solids, it started to get better fast (kind of pissed me off since I was/am a pretty passionate breastfeeder). She was totally clear of it by about 9 months.

I’m very jealous of the sleeping! B didn’t sleep through the night until about 18 months (she turned 2 yesterday), but I’ve assured my husband that number 2 in November will sleep like a dream …

4 Chantal August 28, 2008 at 3:14 pm

Nope it doesn’t get any cuter than that!

5 Jen August 28, 2008 at 5:15 pm

He’s is gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!!

6 Batman August 28, 2008 at 9:27 pm

Cute.

7 Jody September 1, 2008 at 9:46 pm

It gets cute differently, but it don’t get cuter.

Wilder didn’t stop spitting up until he could sit up independently. We pushed him along by propping him in a boppy pillow every second we could.

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