Sometimes it is still just so surreal that I am a mom. It is the most amazing experience in the world, in my opinion. Watching him learn and grow, kissing those chubby cheeks, touching his soft skin, looking at those crystal eyes, hearing him giggle and blabber, all completely outweigh the stinky poops 4-5 times a day that are usually blowouts resulting in loads of laundry and going through lots of diapers and wipes. Yaaaa, this kid poops a lot. It's ok though, he's cute.
I can't rant and rave about Kobe Dale enough. He is just so perfect and lovable. I am getting sad at the rate he is growing, and the fact that he'll be a year old in 4 months. I love each new thing he learns to do and am so excited for when he walks and talks and entertains us even more, but at the same time I want him to stop. And this is where the baby hunger begins I guess. No, I'm not completely ready for round 2 but I'm getting close. I'm so curious how baby #2's demeanor will be and how they'll look compared to this kid. Can you imagine having two Kobes? Neither can I, but that would be awesome.
Anyway, so we don't have another appointment for him until January, but I kind of tried to measure and weigh him and from my measurements he is about 20lbs and 29" long. At 6 months he weighed 18lbs 4oz and was 27.25" long...does that seem right? He is just a little boy now-- he doesn't seem like a baby anymore. The other morning I was sitting with him and giving him cereal, and I was trying to practice waving, blowing kisses, and saying "Mama" and "Dada" with him, I started to feel a little overwhelmed at the responsibility of being a mom and teaching him so many things. I started to feel like I was expecting too much of him, like he should be crawling by now, or repeating more things. I know it all comes when it comes and he'll do everything when he's ready, but that's just how I felt. We just need to take it day-by-day and be surprised each time he does something! He is starting to feed himself with the bottle (I kind of forced it), and is only nursing when he first wakes up in the morning (yay for Mama!). His motor skills are improving every day-- picking things up and putting them in his mouth. He loves pulling his socks off and chewing on them. He is a little lazy when it comes to scooting and crawling; which could be a good thing so I can be lazy a little longer, not having to chase him around or baby-proof quite yet. He gets held too much I think. There are no teeth yet but he sure does have a firm bite. He is on the verge of waving "hi" and has very recently started his own version of blowing kisses; which is the cutest thing in the world. He is obsessed with sweatshirt strings. His favorite noises to make are "blah-ba" (repeated over and over and over and over) and "da-da." Lane is convinced that he is calling him, but Kobe hasn't quite made the connection. I'm not in denial. It won't bother me if he says "Da-da" first, but he doesn't know yet. Overall he is just the happiest baby still and I'm pretty sure he knows he's cute. He is such a joy to have in our home.
I absolutely love this picture of Oma reading to Kobe.
Oma bought him this Snoopy. It was cute when they were here visiting-- she was barking and holding Snoopy, and Kobe thought it was the funniest thing. He loves eating Snoopy's nose.
There he is playing with a sweatshirt string, of course.
And there. This is when he was sick. I forgot to mention last month that he got his first cold. Since then he has had two colds and the flu once. It's the saddest thing ever when your baby is sick. I love how cuddly he gets but I just feel so helpless. Doesn't help that every time he's been sick, I've been sick too with the same thing. He's a trooper though and still manages to smile and giggle even when he feels like poo.
Oma and Epop helped buy this beyond cute baby recliner for Kobe that matches the rest of our furniture. We all thought that he wouldn't appreciate it yet, but he seems to love it. Although, he's pretty entertained with anything. He survived his first fall, and it was out of his chair because his mom didn't have her brain one morning and left him unattended to fix a bottle :/ He only cried when he fell, I think mostly because it scared him-- that's what I'm telling myself anyway.
This picture is perfection. It needs to be in a contest or something.
Just chillin' by the Christmas Tree
I can't believe Christmas is already here. Where has this year gone?! Are the rest of the years with kids going to go by this fast? That's not fair. I am excited for what 2014 has in store for us though!







































































































