My How He's Grown part II

My How He's Grown

6 Months Old

I can't believe that it's been 6 months already. He is getting big and learning to do so much and what he can't do he really wants to. He's 15 lbs. 5 oz and 26 inches. That puts him at the 14th percentile for weight and height he's in the 30s'. Roy love talking and singing along whenever someone else is. He sits and plays with his toys and is starting to let Mom and Grandma get stuff done. Papa and Grandpa are highlights of his day. He loves when they come home and he has his men to play with. My little buddy really wants to start crawling and I'm sure that when he does, he'll make his way over to something and pull himself up. He thinks he's ready for big boy stuff. I want him to stay little and as immobile as I can, because I'm positive that once he's on the move, there will be no stopping him.

Man's FOOD

I in no way as his mother condone such behavior. But he's so stinkin' cute, I couldn't say no.

Two little Giraffes and Trick or Treating

Thanks Aunt Brandi for our super cute Halloween costume. As luck would have it Aunt Darla bought Roy's cousin Autumn the exact same costume. So our little-uns got to be twinners. Autumn is five weeks younger than Roy, so her sitting-up abilities are not as up to snuff as ours. They were both so cute, as you can see. We were invited to eat dinner with some friends, then we walked back to our house to get some pictures of our zoo animals and for Grandma Terry to get to see the babies together. After that we walked to Uncle CT and Aunt Laurie's house. After that we parted ways and Scott, Roy and I trucked on to the Beatleys' for some trick-or-treating. (for anyone who's confused, Roy is the giraffe on the left)

Apparently Halloween wore us out. He missed most of the walk home to sleep on his Papa's shoulder.

It's the GREAT Pumpkin Roy Brownlow!!!

We bought Roy a giant pumpkin at Safeway to go along with the smallish medium ones that Grandpa grew in his garden. This thing was big, Roy could have easily fit inside it and I could hardly lift it even after the thing was hollowed out. Scott cut off the top for Roy so he could get the guts out. After Roy got his hands gooey and tried to eat it, I put the kibosh on that idea and told Scott Roy could be an observer, but not a participant. I'm sure that'll come up at his future therapy sessions, but I couldn't think about my sweet baby getting all gross and pumkin gutted. Plus you know that Mom is the one who would have to scrub it off after all was said and done with the guts having dried out on him. Not what I call a happy ending to our family night. So Roy posed for a few shots, then watched his Papa make him one happy jack-o-latern.

You can't tell but Scott and Roy are on the right side of this picture. Roy just stared at the "pumpkin with fire in his eyes" (no worried Uncle Brian, no bad dreams)

5 months old!!!

"Hey, look, my bear has shoes." I love watching all of his new discoveries.

Hi everyone, it's me, Roy. I told mom I would take care of this post since I'm getting so big and can do so much now. Food tasted real good. I ate all my vegetables so I get tasty fruits. I sit up but I have to stare at the ground. When I look up I fall over. I like my seat with toys, Mom calls it an exersaucer, I call it fun. (But sometimes everyone wants me to play in it, and I don't want to. So I cry.) Grandma Terry is taking good care of me. I sleep real in her arms everyday. Sometimes for a long time, sometimes only for a minute. I'm getting bigger and stronger everyday. Soon I'll beat Papa up and get Grandpa with spiders. BYE EVERYONE! LOVE YOU!