Amelia is six months old now and she's in that happy stage where life is grand and it's all smiles and squeals. She had her 6-month visit last week and weighed in at 17.5 lbs. This is still above average, but is significantly less than her brother's weight at six months. Charlie was 18 lbs at four months! She's 27" long, although it took the nurse a long time to determine this since Mia is such a wiggler! She was rolling all over the examining table and grabbing fistfuls of the paper-- ripping it to shreds as she went. She barely stays on anyone's lap anymore and wants to be on the go constantly. She bounces around in her jumper like she's on fire and already gets up on all fours and rocks. This is a little scary because I haven't re-child proofed the house for a crawler. There are plastic nuts and bolts everywhere (Charlie is not very organized with his tools)!
The warm weather is making one toddler extremely happy! It seems like as soon as he wakes up he is saying "outside mom, c'mon mom." He can put his boots on by himself now, sometimes on the right feet. We went to Ellison Park the other day and he chased ducks and puddles to his heart's content. At one point he got into a real marshy spot and when I went to pick him up, both of his boots were still in the mud!
Charlie had his two-year doctor's appointment the same day as Amelia's. I thought this was a good idea to combine the two trips but...not so much. Luckily, Bob switched shifts to come with me since he had a feeling it might be hard for Charlie. It was really his first trip to the doctor's where he was old enough to be very aware of the fact that unfamiliar things were going on. He didn't want to get on the scale, didn't want to get on the table, didn't want to take off his clothes, uggh! Glad we don't have to go back for a while. Charlie constantly entertains us with his strange obsessions-- with basements, for example. Today we stopped over to visit our neighbors next door who just returned from Florida. They are a nice older couple and gave Charlie some toys to play with. He played with them for a while and then stood up and said repeatedly, "I want to go down in the basement." He said this about four times and I was actually trying to ignore it. But, they asked me what he was saying and I dutifully tried to explain how Charlie loves to hang out in the basement--any basement. It can be a beautiful finished basement or a bare bones cement basement with creepy crawlies. It is his favorite thing to do. We were at Aunt Kat's house in Buffalo one time and Charlie must have taken everyone in attendance down to the basement at least once. Maybe it's because basements are often where projects happen, at least in our house. To be honest, I don't get it.
Charlie had his two-year doctor's appointment the same day as Amelia's. I thought this was a good idea to combine the two trips but...not so much. Luckily, Bob switched shifts to come with me since he had a feeling it might be hard for Charlie. It was really his first trip to the doctor's where he was old enough to be very aware of the fact that unfamiliar things were going on. He didn't want to get on the scale, didn't want to get on the table, didn't want to take off his clothes, uggh! Glad we don't have to go back for a while. Charlie constantly entertains us with his strange obsessions-- with basements, for example. Today we stopped over to visit our neighbors next door who just returned from Florida. They are a nice older couple and gave Charlie some toys to play with. He played with them for a while and then stood up and said repeatedly, "I want to go down in the basement." He said this about four times and I was actually trying to ignore it. But, they asked me what he was saying and I dutifully tried to explain how Charlie loves to hang out in the basement--any basement. It can be a beautiful finished basement or a bare bones cement basement with creepy crawlies. It is his favorite thing to do. We were at Aunt Kat's house in Buffalo one time and Charlie must have taken everyone in attendance down to the basement at least once. Maybe it's because basements are often where projects happen, at least in our house. To be honest, I don't get it.
Amelia was cozying up in the backpack. Although she still loves the Bjorn carrier, it's getting to be a little rough on the lumbar region. Backpack is much better on that front--er back--you know what I mean.
Met some pals at the zoo on Tuesday. Here are two of the sweetest peeps we know, Cindy and her son Ben. Charlie and I are so bummed that they will be moving back to Canada in a couple of months. We are going to miss you tons!
When we took a walk the other day Charlie turned around and said, "Mia's kicking!" I just thought it was so funny to hear his first official tattle on his sis. I'm pretty sure that Charlie's going to get sick of hearing the "She's little and doesn't know better" spiel.
Chubby smiles.
She was giggling the whole time;)
"Whoa bro, where'd you go?"
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amelia's outfits are always so adorable! i love the last pic of the kiddos swinging together!
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