Jake will be 6 months old tomorrow. I'll find out on Friday at his well-visit how big he is but I feel safe in predicting it will be in the vicinity of extra-large and giant. I look at him and can't help but think he's bound to be a football player or something. The idea makes me cringe. I'd written off football as too dangerous for my boys, what with the guaranteed bodily injury and likely concussions. But if he's MADE for it, I guess I'll have to reconsider. As long as he plays for Notre Dame. Six months. I can't believe it. I still feel like he's the "new" baby. He's growing so fast! Drool has become a part of our lives as we embark on the teething adventure again. Will got his first two teeth right at 6 months and I expect Jake won't be far behind. He puts EVERYTHING in his mouth. He has the grabbiest little hands, and a kind of unbelievable grip. You have to be pretty careful about keeping things out of arms reach. Including hair. And your face.
Also, Jake is on the verge of crawling. Already. Holy crap.
He can get on all fours (briefly) and is already doing the backwards scooting thing that precedes crawling. We have to rescue him every 5 minutes from whatever piece of furniture he's wriggled underneath.
He enjoys tummy-time like nobody's business. This is a marked contrast to Will at that age. At 6 months Will was a supported sitter and was super happy about it. He still wasn't rolling over. Jake, at 6 months, has ZERO patience for sitting. I try to sit him in the Boppy pillow and he immediately flops over onto his stomach where he can be FREE (free to scoot backward to wherever fate may take him anyway). I think to myself, as I watch him doing circles around the playroom, that in a couple of weeks this child will be able to crawl to wherever his little heart desires only to get there, sit down, and fall over. I think he's going to regret not practicing his sitting.
He is, bar none, the happiest baby I've ever seen. Everyone is in love with him. I ADORE him. Jamie dotes on him. Will talks to him in sweet high tones, pats his head gently, and brings him toys (Jake's toys, not his toys, heavens no). Even Charlie likes him.
It is just hard to believe he's been a part of our family for 6 months already. And even harder to believe that he's halfway to being one. I can't express how much he is loved and how grateful we are that he is ours. What a blessing our little Jake is.
Mary ....I just love hearing about Jake. Your description of him makes it so easy to feel like you know him ( a virtual visit)!
He is a loving doll!!!
Posted by: Aunt Patricia | April 27, 2011 at 08:04 AM