6 months at home

Since my last post, our little mate has come on in leaps and bounds. He is now 10 months old (6 months corrected), and just so much fun. He's such a happy little man, not often upset, he gets frustrated and full of angst being unable to move his body to his advanced wishes, but overall just such a content and rambunctious little human.

As each day goes by he is becoming more and more mobile. On top of propelling around the house on his back, he is now an avid roller, and showing early signs of crawling. He gets up on his knees, and if there's something he really wants to grab, he'll move Heaven and Earth to grab it. When he tries to move forward on his knees, he often overbalances and ends up on his back, where he'll either shuffle backwards to reach the object of his desire, or roll back to his front and morph into a grunting slug, huffing and puffing once his goal is achieved. We are also practising sitting up. He can manage a few minutes unassisted, and does very well with stabilising and self correcting. However, I'm not sure he finds it terribly comfortable. He seems to burp loudly, and sometimes do a little vomit when sitting up, he also pants and grunts a lot. It's a big amount of effort you see. He's not far off though, so in no time I do believe we will have a moving, sitting, very mobile little man of the house. Needless to say Phil and I are now in the market for gates, barriers, and all other safety devices we can get our hands on.

Jensen has recently discovered he has feet. He has also discovered that these feet can go in his mouth. Furthermore, he now knows that his feet taste better with porridge on them. Nonetheless he looks such a cutie coiled up like a little slater beetle, and of course playing with his feet in this way further enables his development when it comes to crawling and walking.

In terms of development, we have some great news! Finally, after 10 months, Jensen has reached the bottom line of the weight chart. He has been on the line for head circumference and height for a little while, but it's been weight we've been 'weighting' for...so what does this mean? It means that now, at 6.3kgs, (ten times his birth weight), he is in the bottom 3% of the population of babies his corrected age. So as long as he continues on this curve or goes higher we have nothing to worry about, besides, it's not like he's skinny or underweight, he's got some Michelin man legs in the making, and he's certainly in proportion for his height, just little.

We've been home from hospital 6 months now. And for the last few, I've been making excuses as to why Jensen has to remain sleeping in his Moses basket next to us. "After his surgery" I said, "he can go in his big bed"' then it was "when we buy a new baby monitor", (which arrived way too efficiently for my liking). Next it was "once we've been home 6 months". So after precisely 6 months beside us, in his little basket (which he almost had to sleep curled up in), Jensen is now sleeping in his own room. I wake up in the night and go and check on him....he is fine, he is asleep, he is breathing. He still wakes up in the morning blowing raspberries, so I know he is happy too. Mummy will just have to get used to just having one male snoring next to her again..

Jensen has had his first visit with the big man in the red suit.....Santa. We took him on the train to the Queen Victoria Building in town early last Sunday morning, thinking we would avoid the crowds....boy was I wrong! Five hours later, he was sat on Santa's lap, swiping his spectacles and tugging at his beard.......luckily Santa was in a joyful mood and didn't seem bothered by this friendly attack. Little Jensen had been such a good boy with the long wait, having a few naps and feeds here and there, and wandering about the town, although I think ten more minutes and we may not have had such a lovely outcome.....ho ho ho. Daddy was also very well behaved too and didn't moan once!

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