Moving to the Country, Gonna Eat a Lot of Peaches (or, Happy 6th Month Birthday, Baby!)

"Well, for my half-yearling birthday, I think I'll start off with a leisurely lie-in on my recliner, then perhaps some of Mummy's Peach Surprise, thank you very much."

Dear Jordy,

You are six months old today. That's half a year! You are HALF A YEAR old! That's... more than a semester at university, four months longer than I spent teaching at summer camp, five months longer than your dad and I dated before realising we were two ducks in a pond. Well, wow!

To mark the occasion you promptly come down with your first cold. It starts the way most colds do, with a runny nose, then a slight fever, and general malaise. You are such a cheerful invalid. It doesn't take much to make you smile, even though you are in obvious discomfort. I am so proud of you, my poor wee boy.

"Look how fast my hands go, wheeee!" (Note: That is the Jordan carpet in the background. The most magical carpet gifted to Jordy by his Godpa James, all the way from Quetta, Pakistan! It casts a gorgeous, almost-edible chocolate hue in our home, and will be the site of many shenanigans in the future I'm sure. Thanks Godpa James!)

You will be glad to know that your appetite remains unaffected. Or perhaps it's just that today's introduction food is pureed peach. As with all your other food, I always pop a bit into my own mouth for the mummy taste test to make sure nothing's gone bad. And I swear that the Gerber Peach Puree (I'm using store-bought for peaches as I couldn't find ones that looked like they'd be sweet in the grocery stores I checked) tastes like the orange topping on those McDonald's sundaes of old! If the label didn't say 100% peaches + added vitamin C, I honestly would've believed this belonged in the ice cream topping section! Anyway, to say that you LOVE peaches (or at least, Gerber's Peach Puree) is an understatement.

So far, the list of foods you have ingested looks like this:

JORDY SEAL OF APPROVAL (in order of preference - I judge by the amount of leg-kicking you do under the high chair)
1. Peaches
2. Pears
3. Banana (tied)
3. Prunes
4. Sweet Potato
5. Apples
6. Carrot (tied)
6. Honeydew
7. Peas

JORDY'S SPIT OF DISAPPROVAL (from most heinous to less heinous)
1. Spinach
2. Avocado
3. Pumpkin

Anyway, all in all, you had a lovely six-month birthday. You're almost on the verge of crawling now, and can already lunge forward! And, like the past few days, you played a bit of piano with me this morning (the photo below is from the weekend hence Daddy was home to be your piano seat).



All good, considering that yesterday, before I took you to the doctor, you looked like this:

"Florence Nightingale? I want Florence Nightingale!"

Ah little Jordy. What a marvellous, messy, muddling, miraculous six months so far. Here's to a multitude more!

Love you very much,

Mummy