Six Month Milestone

This past Sunday our Little Emory passed that 6 month milestone.  It hit me like a ton of bricks: THEY GROW UP SO QUICKLY!  We are so in love with this little guy.  He has gotten quite a personality as of late.

He had his check-up at the doctor on Monday.  We got a few shots.  He's 27.75 inches long and 14 pounds 12 ounces.  Now compare that to his 4 month stats ( 26.75 inches and 14 pounds 11 ounces) and something is askew.  The doctor was none too pleased with his weight gain (or lack thereof).  He sent us to another office to make sure their scale wasn't broken.  Indeed, it was not.  Sad.

We have been given one month to put some weight on our sweet buddy.  He has been eating baby food for 2 months now, so Mama and Emory hit up the organic baby food section hunting down some meat.  It smells and looks horrible, but Emory takes it like a champ.  His favorite (by far) is banana yogurt though.  The doctor said to give him as many calories as he'll take, so we're doing just that.  Hopefully, we will go back in a month and he'll have little chub rolls everywhere!  :-)

Emory is all about laughing and talking lately.  The best feeling in the world is when I've been talking to him and out of the blue he starts cackling with that fabulous laugh of his.  He squeals at his giraffe.  We get to hear his morning conversations over the monitor.  I always thought that when I was trying to sleep and some kid interrupted that with their morning nonsense that I'd be mad because I am NOT a morning person.  Phillip and I often times just lie in bed and laugh at him.  Emory's best friend will definitely be Mason.  He lights up when Mason comes into a room.  He likes Gracie, but his is giddy over Mason's presence.  He LOVES faces, but only particular features of people:
Squishy - her eyes
Pop - his nose and ears
Nana - her glasses
Mama - her mouth
Daddy (THIS CRACKS ME UP) - the gray triangle!!!  LOVE IT!

Check out this bundle of adorable goodness...

This is his "I'm talking to you!" face.  

Everything belongs in the mouth.  EVERYTHING.

He was definitely looking at Mason.  Never fails, the dog always makes him happy.

Emory requires no toys...only toes.

 

Sweet baby boy!