6 month stats

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We went to Rhia's 6-month appointment on Monday. She took the shots like a champ (except now she's all sniffly/etc. from the flu shot--well, we think. Al also has a cold, so she might have caught that). Anyway. She weighed in at 16lb, 14oz, and was a grand total of 25 3/4" long. She's preportioned out a bit, both were at about the 50th percentile, rather than height at the 20th and weight at the 70th like last time. The doctor said that everything looked absolutely perfect, and was very impressed by her upper-body control (she can sit with no problem at all now, it's pretty cool) and her language development. The doctor said that she doesn't usually ask about the babbling that Rhia's doing now until the 9-month appointment. But I'm bragging, so I'll stop. She has Al and I as parents, she's doomed to be wordy. So now we get to be more adventurous with foods (yay!) and can just mash her up what we're eating, says the doctor. I might be a little less adventurous than that, for the time being, anyways. But I did give her some of my tomato soup yesterday, and she thought that was pretty fabulous.

Today she started trying to take the spoon from me at lunch, so I put some food on it and gave it to her. She did pretty well--not all of it wound up in her hair. She was pretty insistant on controlling the spoon, though, so I just refilled it from time to time and let her go with it. Made my lunch lots easier to eat! We did the same thing at dinner and she wound up with avacado up her nose. Having a baby is quite entertaining.

And now a photographic journey for your viewing enjoyment (and told from Rhia's perspective, because it's funnier that way. Maybe I'm just tired):

Over Thanksgiving we went out to Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa's house for dinner. Every time we go there people insist that I take a picture with Mom, Grandma, and Great-Grandma. Apparently it's a big deal. Even though she has a burp rag on her shoulder, Mom looks waay better in this picture than the one they took when I was born.


My cousin Ashley always shows up. You wouldn't guess it by her height, but she's 3 hours younger than me. Here we are saying hello. She wouldn't quit grabbing at me. I remained the aloof, hip cousin from Seattle.


Here we are hanging out on the floor. I always feel so short when I'm with Ashley.


She can't quite sit up alone, yet, so her mom and I are helping her out. This is one of those times where being short is great--a lower center of gravity!


Daddy wanted to get a picture of us with all of the grown-ups standing around with dollar bills cheering like we were fighting. Mom told him that was a bad idea and would probably get him in trouble. So instead we just hang out with Great-Grandma. Or Grandma to Ashley. That's going to confuse us when we're older.