Lizzie and Scott, we found the pee diaper Annie hid at our BBQ on July 28. It was on the expedit behind some books. XOXO
I talked a big game about “baby-led weaning”: skipping purees, skipping spoons, skipping baby cereal, waiting until Della could put steamed sticks of grown-up food in her mouth by herself. So on Sunday we gave her some grab-able sticks of soft sweet potato. Of course, she gagged (perfectly normal! say the baby-led weaning sites), and the next day I bought four spoons and a box of Gerber oatmeal. Here she is eating the milkiest spoonful of oatmeal ever to be called oatmeal. But she liked it!
Keeping it modest, Della shares her six-month stats:
Weight: 17#2/79th percentile
Length: 27 inches/88th percentile
Head: 17 inches/70th percentile
We may have told some of you that she weighed 20 pounds and measured 29 inches. Couple of things: When we weigh her, we get on the scale with her, and it’s tempting to underestimate one’s our own poundage. As for length, I think the pediatrician has a faulty measuring tape.
There have been a lot of questions about Della’s cuteness and my ability to stand it. “How can you stand it?” “Can you even stand it?” Up until now, I have said, thank you, she is very cute, but I am strong and I can take it. Now, officially, as of this morning, I will admit: I positively cannot stand it, not for one minute. I’ve reached my threshold, and I give up.
Some fairies took over the apple tree in Nanny Rosie’s garden. Sorry some of the pictures are blurry. Obviously, we had to be quick to catch the fairies in action.
I am entering my mom, AKA Nanny Rosie, in the Fairy Garden Contest 2012. Good luck, Mom!