Six month check in

I have worked at a computer desk using computers for a decade. Luckily, I have yet to have work-related issues in my wrists and hands usually attributed to poor ergonomics at the workplace. Then why, oh why, am I wearing a carpal tunnel brace on my left (and not primary) wrist? Ezra, that's why.

Ezra is getting heavy. Really heavy. He weighs more than Lilah, a little girl two years his senior. At six months of age, Ezra has outgrown the Baby Bjorn carrier that most fit well after 1 year. I put him to bed in jammies that fit perfectly, and when he wakes up the sleeves and legs are comically too short.

Perhaps I should blame this growth spurt on the solid foods that he decided to love this past weekend. Previously, we were lucky if Ezra ate more than two bites of brown rice cereal in a sitting. Now I make almost three times the usual amount of cereal and mix in an equal part of pureed apples, and Ezra squeals for more. Obviously, this is one the most adorable things in the world because he gently leans forward toward the spoon with his little mouth agape and looks expectantly at you out the side of his eye. "More, please." Now, if you aren't fast enough, the cuteness collapses into an orange alert complete with a wail of warning. Who cares? My kid eats (almost) real food! (What is rice cereal, anyway?)

But I digress...

Ezra is also getting more and more active. Holding him is becoming quite a workout as he shifts his weight and swings his head around with  enough force to knock me over. And he requires being held a lot. I don't know if it's curiosity, but Ezra refuses to sit on the ground if Mommy or Pops is moving around, at all. He wants to see what we're doing. He's wants to be held. Mommy's wrist hurts.

But Ezra is trying to help us out. He really, honestly wants to move about on his own. He has not quite figured out crawling, but he is trying!

Note to Ezra: Your personality is really starting to shine, mister. You love to laugh at Pops; you think he's simply hilarious. You really want Mommy to hold you when you don't feel well. Sometimes you cry "Ma Ma Ma" until I hold you or until you see my picture hanging at Grandma's house. You really like it when Mommy and Pops are together; that's when we notice you are the most calm and content. You helped us make dinner last night by ramming us in the Achilles tendon repeatedly with your walker. Thanks for keeping us on our toes, literally :)