The Cole-meister

Once again, poor forgotten third child.  I keep forgetting to post Cole's stats and new hobbies and skills sets and such.  Bad mom.

The Cole-meister is now an ancient six months old.  How can this be when just yesterday I was yelling at my body to stop contracting because my van had a flat tire and I didn't have time to have a baby right then?

He is 27 inches long and weighs a whopping 19 pounds 9 ounces.  Sweet.  Now you know why I look like I'm luggin' around a big 'ol sack of flour when I'm carryin' that kid.  Because I basically am.  Only that bag of flour wiggles like a greased pig and likes to pull hair and poke eyes and chew on your shoulder.

Cole can alllllmost sit up by himself.  He leans forward with his little fists propping him up, looking like a cute baby gorilla, drooling, and looking quite pleased with himself.  Then he plops over on his face.  I'd have a picture but I'm generally too busy laughing at him when this happens.

He can also roll from back to front and front to back.  But he refuses to do it with the camera out.   (He becomes like a deer in headlights.)  So this is the closest we get.

He also likes to eat.  Obviously.  But now he wants to feed himself.  Unless he has his own spoon, he ain't eatin'.  Which makes for long and messy - but happy baby - meals.

Cole also likes to sit in his Bumbo seat and help me make dinner.  And by help I mean clang my mixing bowl back and forth until the noise gets so loud that I can't even hear when the phone rings.  Nice.

Cole also likes to try new food.  Like the curry we had the other night.  We thought he'd make the classic "EWWWWWW" face most babies make with new food.  But he just smiled and laughed and looked up expectantly for more.  Good baby.  (I'd show video, but for whatever reason my computer won't upload videos right now.  I swear, if it's not one thing it's another...)

Anywho, six months old is my favorite age in babydom.  They're generally just so cute and friendly and happy at this time.  And Cole is all of those things and more.

I love you, Coley-boley!