Andrew Update

Andrew had his 6 month appointment today.

Weight: 16 lb 4 oz (27%)
Height: 27.5 in (80%)

At 6 months Katie was 14 lb 6 oz (25%) and 25.5 in (45%).

People seem to think he looks like Randy, but if he doesn't slow down in the height department we won't be able to enjoy three generations of Warner men walking alike, sounding alike, and looking alike.

In other Andrew news, about two weeks ago he finally mastered rolling over from his front to his back. He hardly has tummy time anymore because he likes to flip over so much. He's also made big improvements in sitting by himself, but hasn't quite mastered it. He loves rice cereal. He cries when he finishes the bowl. Last week he had peas for the first time. He eats them, but they're just not as good as cereal. Today or tomorrow we're going to start sweet potatoes. He loves being sung to, so we're anxiously awaiting Daddad's arrival.

Patience

Last night I Katie was resisting going to bed and I told her "My patience is running thin." She had a melt down. "You're NOT thin, Momma. You're NOT thin. You're fat. You're fat. You're fat."

I knew I didn't like that Thomas the Tank Engine opposite book.

Regular deers

Every day when I drive the kids back from my office we pass a house with two fake deer in the yard. At first Katie called them reindeer. I would correct and say "No, they're deer, Katie. Regular deer." After a week or so of resisting, she finally started calling them regular deer. Now I have tried to clarify that they are deer, not regular deer, but Katherine will have none of that. "They're not deer, Momma. They're regular deers." If I argue with her she only gets more vehement. "They're NOT deer. They're REGULAR deers."

The other day I decided it wasn't even worth discussing it with her. We drove by and she pointed out the regular deer. When I didn't say anything she corrected me anyway. "No, Momma, they're NOT deer. They're regular deers." I just can't win.