I went to the doctor for my six month check-up and shots this week…  I’m now 27 ” tall and 18 1/2 lbs (68th percentiles for both). Mom has finally stopped worrying about my head circumfrence (now at the 15th percentile… compared to 5th percentile at 4 months). I’m doing most of the things I’m expected to do at this age: blowing bubbles, babbling, and coordinating my eyes and hands. I still don’t roll over very well, and I need support when sitting. No teeth yet, just the pain that comes first.

Everyone tells me I’m quite handsome, with my big eyes and rosy cheeks. I smell sweet and love my bath… and my rubber ducky. Grandma’s been bathing me every day in the sink of her trailer. She scrubs my hair, which is now curly and brown! My skin is like butter, after all the time she’s spent washing me with organic soaps. 

All Thanksgiving week, I ate Vegetable Turkey Dinner… I can polish off 2-3 whole containers of solid food now each day. I also love my fruits, especially pears and bananas. I had two fancy American dinners this week. At Auntie Judy’s house, she even made maple leaf placemats so I’d feel a little Canadian too. Auntie Judy made a birthday pumpkin pie for me with six candles because I turned 6 months old. At Grandma’s trailer, I ate mashed potatoes and cranberries off daddy’s fork.

I’m not quite reading… mostly just chewing on books. But mommy surrounds me with books so I get the idea of it.

Grandpa’s pretty confident with me now… he feeds me and rocks me to sleep. We also have a lot of laughs… I squeal with laughter every time Grandpa yells “KABOOM!”

I’m still not crawling. Daddy’s afraid I’m not much of an athlete, and that I might have peaked 3 months ago. And yet I’ve learned a little jig this week… I stomp my feet on demand.

Halloween is my new favorite holiday (note that I’ve never experienced Thanksgiving, Christmas, or Easter… or Labor Day, which is Burning Man weekend ;-)) Anyway, mommy expected me to be over-stimulated and stressed out with all the costumes, but actually I was laughing and having fun the whole time… I take after daddy. What does it even mean to be over-stimulated? Impossible!

Santa Cruz closes its streets for Halloween, so all the creatures, monsters, and characters walk right down the middle of the road. I hung out with mommy and daddy and observed the whole thing from a patio where we drank wine.

I was puzzled by the number of Waldos everywhere. Geez, get an identity!

And when that got old, we went to the Cypress Room, where my favorite bar maid was dressed up as Amy Winehouse.

See the teeth and spikes of the Rudosaurus Rex?

At the end of the day, I hung up my tail, exhausted but happy!