Cutest Spitter Ever

I realized a few days ago that I haven't done as much updating in blog world on little William. Eh, he'd better get used to it, right? After all, he is the second child. ;) No, I do want to update on him too, so here I am.

We had his follow-up at the GI specialist today to see how his reflux is doing now that he's on his extra special anti-spit up meds. Everything is going well. As of now, he still spits up just a little bit a few times a day, but it's nothing like the waterfall that spouted from his mouth several times a day a month ago. TMI? Eh, you can handle it. Once he starts spitting up only once a day, we're supposed to cut him back on his meds to see how he does. Hopefully we'll be all done with this by the time he's a year old. At his appointment we found out that he's just short of 20lbs, and a little over 26.5" tall. That puts him just above the 85th percentile for weight, and a little over the 50th percentile for height. Fatty.

He turned 6 months a on the 22nd. He's growing so fast! I don't remember it going by this fast with Noah. I don't know if it's because there are 2 kids now, of if it's just because I'm older and time is supposed to seem like it's going by faster anyways. Either way it's the same effect. Anyways, we started him on solid food the day before his 6 month birthday. He ate his rice cereal all-gone. He even tried to feed himself. Since then we've added a little bit of banana, and he liked that too. Hopefully he'll be a good eater like his big brother.

He's starting to sit up like a normal person now. Since he was about 3 months he'd sit up, but he'd have the baby fold-in-half thing going on. You know, where he tries to hold himself up with his arms, but after a few minutes, he just figures it's not worth it and lays down on his legs. Or tip over, whatever's easiest.

Noah's his usual self. He's starting to come out of his shell at

church, which is fun for all of those that have been trying to get him to like them for...well, almost a year. It's about time, right? Maybe there's hope that he won't be quite as shy as I was....am. He's really starting to talk now, which has been fun. I'm probably the only one that can understand him, but that's okay, right? He's always repeating things, and we don't need to prompt him very much anymore to try new words, or sounds, for all that goes. For example, every morning when Josh is getting ready for work, obviously he brushes his teeth. Never fails, whenever he starts the whole spitting process, Noah's right there to spit too. He's the cutest spitter ever. :) Noah, not Josh. Once men hit about, oh, I don't know, about 5, spitting just isn't cute anymore.

Right now we're working on his manners. He's learning to say "yes, please" when we ask him if he wants something, and "thank you" when he gets what he wants. He's also learning his colors. He's a little goober sometimes though- I'll ask him to find the blue M&M and he'll grin, pass right over it, and pick up a different colored one. He knows exactly which one is the blue one, he's just playing dumb. Stinker. :)