OOOOHHHH...we're HALFWAY there....

Some people are newborn people. They love newborns, can't get enough of them, want to have more babies so they can have a newborn. But ever since I had the personal of parenting a newborn, I'm more of a toddler person. I love toddlers, they are SO fun. Of course every age has it's challenges, but nothing exhausts me like a newborn.

David is 6 months old, and I'm pretty giddy about it.

Reaching six months seems to be a huge hurdle for babies. Today I was putting the stickers on the September page of David's baby calendar, and I was peeling stickers like crazy. Just in the last 2 weeks, David has:

* Gotten his first tooth,

* Started solid food,

* Rolled in both directions consistently,

* Learned to sit up (this one blew my mind - one day he couldn't, next day he could),

* Found his feet, and

* Manipulated toys.

Not only that, we're moving out of the tiny baby phase. Just this week, we have:

* Put away the bouncy seat,

* Put away the swing,

* Gotten out the jumperoo,

* Started carrying him in and out of the car without his carrier (ugh - that thing is so awkward. Surely there's an engineer out there who can make those easier to carry, don't you think?), and

* Switched from the Bjorn to a sling on the hip.

David had his well visit yesterday, and unlike last time, I didn't have any questions or overly paranoid concerns.

Weight: 19 pounds, 9 ounces, 80%'ile

Height: 27.5 inches, 80%'ile

Several people in the office commented on David's happy temperament, even after he had had his shots. He is a sweetheart. I love you, Bubs, more and more everyday.

after 6 months of nothin' but breastmilk...

...even rice cereal tastes good!!

The 2008 Family Vacation Awards

Whew - we are finally back from our beach vacation. It was a fantastic trip, so much so that I would like to issue some awards.

Best week to go on vacation: Ok, seriously. We could not have planned this better. The weather was perfect in South Carolina last week, and it seemed to be the only place in the country not getting severe storms. Back at home in Ohio, the remnants of Hurricane Ike blew through town and left 300,000 people in our county without power, including our house. Our street was in the dark for 4 days, so I was very thankful to be gone. The only downfall is that we lost everything in our fridge and freezer. I'm bummed about the meat, but the biggest "shucks" is the supply of frozen breastmilk. I didn't have a lot, but it hurts to lose that. But huge kudos to my friend Stephanie who came and cleaned out everything so we wouldn't come home to a stinky mess.

Most stylish great-grandparents on the beach: One of my big motivating factors for taking this vacation was to get to spend an entire week with my grandparents. They are 2 of my favorite people on this earth and I don't get to see them often enough. It was a very special time that I will always remember. And my grandfather, who will be 84 this week, rode his bike 5 miles up and down the beach and swam in waves that were too high and rough for me.

Best beach hat: My baby boy hardly knew he was at the beach. I'm sure he loved all the extra arms to hold him and lots of extra kisses and snuggles. His feet never touched the sand or the water, come to think of it.

Best sandcastle: I can't really pretend that Katy helped me much with this. While Brian was snapping this shot, he said, "Smile, Katy! Mommy's really proud of herself!"

Best sport: Aunt Mel rode in the van with me, my husband, and my 2 small children for most of the 24 hour round trip to and fro. She even stayed in "Katy's Special Room" (read: Motel 6) for the first night of our adventure, where we had to sit quietly in the semi-dark after 8pm. Somebody give that girl a Klondike bar.

Best Thing We Packed: This was Brian's idea. Katy has this hamper that collapses flat. Brian suggested that we put it in our suitcase so that we'd have a place to put dirty clothes through the week. Brilliant! It made a huge difference in maintaining my sanity in the condo (much better than trash bags or "secret compartments" in your luggage).

Best suit: My mom wins this one. Her bathing suit was like a beach outfit - stylish, comfortable, modest, and water-friendly!

Best shirt: Greg and Grandpa would have to tie for their beach print wear. But it's worth mentioning that my Grandpa hasn't worn a shirt that wasn't a solid color in 40 years. He sported this one for the very special occasion of visiting the Mighty 8th Air Force Museum in Savannah, GA in which he served during WWII.

Biggest milestone: My son cut his first tooth on the beach! How memorable is that! We were all constantly putting our fingers in his mouth - "Do you feel it yet?" and it finally popped out toward the end of the week. What a trooper.

Biggest water bug: Oh. my. gosh. This girl loves the water. It was all we could do to get her to go in for lunch. She loves the waves, loves the seashells, loves the sand. Love, love, love. She woke up one morning and ran out to the kitchen, throwing her arms in the air and shouting, "We're at the beach!!"

Biggest surprise: Mom and Greg rented bikes for us to ride, and it was so incredibly pleasant. The beach was a bit windy, but the bike trails were marvelous. (I know, I know, Katy should be wearing a helmet. I didn't know we'd be doing this so I didn't bring one.)

Best spot: I've always said in the past that I wasn't a beach person. This was really the first time I've had a vacation where we stayed right on the beach, and we had plentiful chairs and unbrellas for relaxing just a few hundred feet from our deck. You know what? I might just turn into a beach person yet... especially if these fine folks keep inviting me to come.