We've put away the 3-6 month clothes and have pulled out the 6-9 monthers. He's 18 pounds and 26 inches - keeping him in the 91st percentile. Atta boy. 😉
He gives me big, slobbery kisses that I just adore. He's become a happy, giggly baby and such a joy.
He still eats quite often and wakes up a few times at night. And we are still dealing with his messed up gut. In fact, I get to scrape runny, mucusy poop from his diapers to try to collect a sample to find out just what's going on with that gut of his. (The things mama's do to help their babies.)
He's found his toes and loves to scoot down in his bouncy chair to kick at the toys. He bounces in his excersaucer and smiles. And he blows raspberries all day long. Big, wet, bubbly raspberries.
Thank you, Lord, for the blessings You've poured out on me- so much greater than I deserve.
