6 month check up

Isaiah had his six month check up today.  He's 15 pounds 4 ounces and 26 inches long, which puts him in the 10-25th percentile for weight and 50th for height.  With all he's been eating, it's shocking that he's still so light!  But lest we forget Mira was 16 pounds and a few ounces at a YEAR!  Wow, such a lightweight!  He did well with his immunizations, but was a little fussy this afternoon.  I'm sure it doesn't help that he hasn't gotten much of a morning nap for the last four days. 

Mira started swimming lessons this week.  They're Monday through Thursday morning for two weeks, and I have to be in the water with her.  We started on Monday, and it was not the best first lesson.  Day one started with sunscreen in her eyes, to which she was saying, "eyes burning!, eyes burning!".  I wasn't quite sure what to do since this was our first lesson, and I had no towel to wipe her eyes (great planning, right?).  I grabbed her shorts and dabbed her eyes which seemed to help.  I think the eyes burning combined with a new environment/experience, I had to hold Isaiah, and she wanted to swim in the deep end made for a tricky experience.  Luckily, my mom had the week off and offered to watch Isaiah Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.  The rest of the week was AWESOME and Mira had a super-fun time swimming.  She loves to jump off the side (holding my hands, of course), and is getting more brave with getting her mouth in the water.  She's learning to kick her feet and reach her hands out so as to not be holding on the me the whole time.  Next week we'll be back to taking Isaiah with us to the lessons, so we'll see how that goes.  I got him a raft with a canopy so hopefully he'll chill in the raft so that I can still help Mira swim and jump. 

Mira's first french braid.  She has decided she likes them. 

We went to the Science Museum one day last week with some friends.  Mira built this block tower and then stared down the boy next to her to make sure he wouldn't knock it over.  Comedy.  He actually knocked it over once and she about panicked.  She re-built it and knocked it down herself.  Good coping skill. 

I can't forget to mention the super-awkward moment at the doctor's office today.  I carried Isaiah to the scale and whipped his diaper off to weigh him, only for a tiny piece of poop to fall gracefully to the floor in all it's awkwardness.  I couldn't even pretend like it didn't happen (I mean, it was a REALLY small piece) because it was just so obvious.  I apologized to the nurse and she of course acted like it wasn't a big deal.  But still, awkward.