Solid!

So, not only is G a solid boy weighing in at 20 lbs. 12.5 ozs. at his 6 month appointment, but he also started solid foods.

Luckily for you, Johnny was busy last night so I filmed the second attempt at eating. Also luckily for you, I trimmed down the original seven minute version.

Happy Half Birthday

So, I've always been big on half birthdays. Now more than ever since my little boy is 6 months today! So in honor of his 1/2 life, here are 5 things he did in his first five months that were both cute and endearing, in order of what I loved the most.


5) Spit. I have no idea where he learned to do this, probably from someone in the ward, and I know I won't find it so cute in a few months, but right now, it's just precious. And funny.

4) Hold my hand while he nurses. He really loves to grab things while he eats, but I just love holding his little hand and having him grab one of my fingers. It makes me feel like a good mom.

3) Courtesy laugh at Daddy. He doesn't usually do this for me very often, but if Daddy's making a big effort to be funny and not quite making it to the lol phase, G will give a half-chuckle that just sounds like a courtesy laugh. It's so cute that he's willing to acknowledge and encourage silly behavior.

2) Hugging me when he's tired. Normally, tiredness and hunger are the only things that create orneriness in G. And we're working hard to take care of them before they get to the ornery stage, but if he's been fussing and I pick him up, he'll normally give me a big hug if he's tired. It just melts my heart and I forgive him for being fussy. It might just be the sweetest thing ever, only it's not cause that is . . .

1) Bathroom Peek-a-boo. When I need to wash my hands and I put G down on the rug in the bathroom he can't see my face because the countertop is in the way, but I peek over the counter and smile at him and he starts laughing, so then I do it again and again and every time he laughs and gets excited. And that's what I love about G the most, he is a genuinely happy person. It takes quite a bit to make him mad, and almost nothing to get him to laugh. He reminds me every day to just enjoy life.

Happy half birthday, little guy. You have made my life better, and I love you!

Sum of his parts

So, I have been studying G for almost 6 months now, and I'm pretty sure I can answer the who-does-he-look-like question. Of course, not everyone will agree with me, but that's what the comments are for.

G is a pretty good conglomeration of all four blood lines. He has Gentry ears:

The other one is even more so, but I don't have a picture.

He has the Leithead nose:
It's a very dominant nose, all the grandkids have it. But it's a good looking nose, so that's okay.

He has the Child's eyebrows, which is fine since he's a boy.
His aunts complain about theirs, but at least he won't have to worry about a unibrow.

He has a Peckham head, which the bishop in my ward comments about every week. He says it's a nice round head and very prominent because what little hair G has is blond.

He has his dad's hairline. I have drawn it in with red since with the light and the blondness it's hard to see.
This has added validation to everyone who didn't believe that my husband was born with his hairline and is not going bald.

He has my moble, round, pointy chin:

And as you can see, he obviously doesn't have my eyebrows.

He also won the genetic lottery by getting my eye shape, but his dad's eye color. Man, I get lost in those eyes sometimes. He's going to break some hearts good later in life.

However, his other chin is all his own, as is his ability to raise only one eyebrow, his love of crowds of people, and his dimple. Well, okay both his parents have dimples, but his is on his own side.

Well, regardless of where his individual parts came from, he sure did turn out cute. And I still don't think he looks like any one person more than any other. Feel free to argue.

Oktoberfest

Yesterday was the beginning of Oktoberfest and the only day with free admission, so of course we went to celebrate our Germanity. It has been rainy and chilly for the past week, so we all got our sweaters out for the occasion.

G's my sweet little giraffe.

We had to sample the traditional cuisine. Johnny is enjoying two sausages, sauerkraut, potatoes and a roll.

I am enjoying a bratwurst burger on a pretzel bun. I'm pretty sure the Lays are imported as well.G wanted to help Daddy eat, and enjoy some himself. Not yet, little guy, but we'll hit solid foods soon.

No Oktoberfest would be complete without a polka band. We were serenaded while we ate. It reminded us of our Germany trip 10 years ago. Good times . . .
G showing off his sitting skills. There's a bunch of water fountains behind him that it's too dark to see, unfortunately. We could see them of course, but the camera had problems.I mentioned the rain, well here's what the festival did to my shoes. My legs were pretty muddy as well. Plus, someone spilled their beer on Johnny and G's pants. So how do you end a lovely festival day and clean up?
With a bubble bath, of course. I didn't realize that the jets would quadruplize the bubbles, or I wouldn't have put so much in. Needless to say, Johnny's ears were squeaky clean when he was done. And we only threw bubbles at each other a few times. So I'd say our Germanity was definitely improved.

New Workout

G's been upset with so many people calling him chubby recently that he's started a new workout. I happened to be able to film some of it. And the velociraptor noise referred to in the video is a really high pitched squeal that is sometimes quite long and quite close to my ear that G makes when he's happy and excited.

First Catch

Now that Johnny got G a soccer ball finally, he decided that it was high time to start the father-son bonding. So he played catch. And I filmed it.

G's first baseball game

We got some good tickets to the Texas Rangers baseball game last week and made a family outing of it. We went with some people from Johnny's office and their dates, who swooned over G's cuteness and flirting skills. That boy is going to be a heart breaker, I swear. We had lots of fun even though we left after the 7th inning (bedtime, you know). And when we left the Rangers were winning. It was $1 hotdog night, too, so we tried those. That was a mistake. I could only muster 50 cents worth. Good thing we stopped for dinner before hand.

However, despite the heat and the fact that G got scared every time we got a run and everyone started cheering, (including me cause I like watching live baseball,) I think we'd go again. Especially if a certain baseball-loving in-law was visiting (hint, hint).

Here are the pics:We were in right field, but we moved closer so we could see the jumbo-tron. Still in homerun territory, though (not that anything came our way, but still).

G, not a baseball hat, I know, but a hat none the less.A tired, overstimulated boy leaving the game.