Well, somehow another month has slipped by and Noah turned 6 months on Sunday. We had his checkup at the doctor on Monday and once again, he did really well. He weighed 16 lbs 7oz and is a little over 26 inches tall which puts him in the 50th percentile for babies his age. The doctor started talking about how we should start baby proofing the house, putting covers on the electrical sockets and latches on the cabinets because we'd be needing them soon. Of course in my head, I'm thinking "You must be crazy. My baby's just a baby...he's not going to be crawling anywhere and I don't need to do anything to my house." Then I looked down at my baby who was repeatedly hitting himself in the face with the tongue depressor the doctor had given him (is that safe?) and smiling up at me and realized that no matter what I say or do, he's growing up. And in just a matter of months, he will be crawling and walking and doing all sorts of other new things. It's so exciting, but as a mom, also a little bit sad. I kiss his chubby little cheeks an alarmingly excessive amount because I know there will come a day when he won't let me kiss his cheeks over and over again all day. ( I can just hear it now..."Mom, the guys are coming over to play some basketball, will you please not come out outside and try to kiss me in the middle of the game this time?") So in the meantime, I guess I'll go get those little covers for the light sockets out and accept the fact that he is going to grow up, but love every minute of it along the way. And because I didn't take any pictures at the doc's office, I'm posting a couple of the little guy at bathtime...his favorite time of day by far. I'm sure we're not too far off from the day when he moves to the big bathtub and he stays and plays in it all night until his fingers and toes are little raisins.
About a month ago, Noah discovered his feet for the first time. And they must taste so good because once he got his toes in his mouth, he didn't want to take them out. Now, whenever he has socks on, he tries to pull them off all the time so he can get to those yummy toes. Kinda cute, but a little frustrating when you're pushing him around in the stroller at the mall and his socks go flying out onto the floor. Oh well. Isn't it crazy how flexible babies are...can you imagine if we sat around with our feet in our mouth all the time? 
Another little trick Noah has accomplished (not so much a trick I guess, but anytime he does something new, I get so excited) is standing by himself while holding onto something other than one of us. I was putting up the Christmas decorations a couple of weeks ago and he was very curious about the big box I was putting everything in. I was holding him up so he could look in, and he grabbed onto the side of it. He seemed so sturdy, I tried letting go and sure enough he stood there just hanging on. He was so cute peeking over the top of the bin looking at all the stuff...probably thinking "Man, would I love to get my hands on those ornaments."
