6 months!

Jude is 6 months today!

It's almost hard to believe it has been this long since he was born. He's so big now, and has tons of skillz.

Milestones this month:

- He's rolling like crazy.

- He prefers to be in his bouncy activity fun center of doom and excitement. He'll sit in that thing and bounce, play, laugh, and talk for hours.

- He isn't so cranky about being on his belly now that he can roll over.

- He sleeps better on his side/back.

- EVERYTHING he gets his hands on goes in his mouth and everything is targeted for him to get his hands on.

- He looks at me when I say his name.

- He gets excited and grabs my hands when I clap. He has even started kind of clapping the wrong way (I need to video-tape it, it's cute).

- He has tried 6 foods (rice cereal, bananas, apples, sweet potatoes, carrots, and green beans)

and has loved them all.

- He takes the spoon from me

and feeds himself, but he can't get food onto the spoon himself quite yet.

- He scooches on the floor a little.

- He loves the cat (not really a milestone, but his excitement and cat petting are adorable).

- He babbles on and on, usually in a "blahblahblah" manner, sometimes "dadadada" or "ooooh, aaah, gagaga" (another thing that needs to be video-taped).

- He can sit up without me holding him up, but he's still topples over from time to time.

- He's still extra clingy.

- He's starting to smack his lips.

- He makes pfffft noises a lot.

- He won't sleep on his own unless I'm babysitting at Lisa's house.

- He has no more stuffed animals he's super attached to because the jerk dog demolished them. :(

I'm supposed to try to find a job. I've looked and there's nothing around here, plus it doesn't help that I'm going to need weeks of time off within months of starting. I have humored my parents and applied to a few places, but I still don't see a point. :/

2 weeks ago we took him to a Detroit Red Wings game. It was tons of fun, and he

looked adorable in his jersey and skate booties he got for Christmas. Unfortunately, we lost

literally in the last minute of the game. He had fun and got excited when everyone cheered, after his initial shock from the loud noise of course.

It's so strange. Up until a few weeks ago, his surgery was going to be today. I didn't really think about it much until my mum talked about it yesterday and today and then it really hit me again. I think I've just been repressing the thought so I don't freak out about it. If I dwelled and freaked about it all the time, I'd get even less done, and that wouldn't be very good, now would it?