Somehow Ember is now 6 months old. Seriously, when did that happen? How did half a year already go by?
She is such a sweetheart. She’s still a very calm, mellow baby who will happily sit in the living room playing with blocks and toys. She turns them over in her hand, bangs them together, waves them around… but she doesn’t put them in her mouth. Weird.
At 6 months old she is still entirely breastfed, she has not had any solids yet. In fact she is now completely refusing bottles of pumped milk. I’ve gone out a couple times recently and she has refused to eat anything at all until I come home, even if that’s 5 hours later. Now granted she does sometimes go that long between nursing anyways, but if I was out and she was hungry she used to at least take some from a bottle. Den said he tried yesterday and she gave him the most disgusted look ever and screamed at him. So. That complicates things a little bit! Starting solids at some point soon will at least give her some option when I’m out and hopefully she’ll take some breastmilk from a sippy cup. I don’t mind limiting my time out (obviously, since this hasn’t been much of an issue for us), but it’s nice to know that she has options. I also have a freezer full of milk that I would cry if I had to toss. (And because I know people will bring it up: I’ve tried donating it. I’m on an SSRI, so it doesn’t surprise me that no one wants it.)
Today was her doctors appointment, which I almost missed due to a flat tire. (I was late, but they got me in.) She weighs 16lbs 9oz and is 25.5 inches long. That’s around 65th percentile for weight, 30th for height. Apparently my kids are just shorties! Ember is over 2lbs heavier than Kate was at this age an nearly an inch longer. She is certainly not a petite thing like her sister. But we all knew that just from her leg rolls! Hee hee.