BATH TIME!!!

What a difference 6 months makes! Check out the video of me getting one of my first baths at 8 days old - Abuelita had to show Mom how to do it! THen check out the video of me in my bath last week at 6 months old - I can pretty much bath myself!

Morgan Bath Time - 8 days old

Morgan Bath Time - 6 months old

BATHING MORGAN - 6 months old

I love my bath time! I have a cool yellow ducky tub that quacks and I love to kick and splash Dad while he bathes me. I usually take my bath right before I put my pajamas on for bed, and usually it's Dad who does all the heavy lifting. Lately, though, I've started falling asleep before Dad comes home, so Mom's in charge of bed time maneuvers now.

I have no but!! Mom says it's the Gama-Lobo's fault.

MONSTER ON THE LOOSE

I love chewing up paper. Although, I've had multiple incidents of choking and Mom and Dad had to fish gobs of paper out of my mouth. I let them do it, though, cuz I really don't like it when the paper sticks in my throat. Dad says "we have to keep paper away from this guy." Mom says "we have to keep EVERYTHING away from this guy!!" Once I get ahold of what I want, it goes straight into my mouth, you know, to taste it out. That's what's so cool about the paper, I can chew it and tear it and do all kinds of things with it, until, of course, I swallow and then it comes out the other end, which makes Mom freak out. They've locked all the paper away now, which is a bummer. But I can reach the lower bookshelf now, so.........

I'm a "creeper" now which sounds cool - If I focus really hard I can manage to somehow launch myself across the living room carpet towards the object of my desire. Mom's friend Megan gave me a walker, and oh boy! let the good times roll! The cats are my favorite targets, I can chase after them, scream, giggle, and bump into the table for hours.

Mom calls me her little monster and I think she likes it. She can't even say no to me without smiling!

MORGAN CAYES IS 6 MONTHS OLD!!

As a baby, I have to say I’m mighty proud of my parents for managing to not mangle/soffocate/drop/or in any way kill me in my first half year of life! My six month birthday came and went, once again, in the doctor’s office getting vaccinations. My mom lied to me (and I’m sure it won’t be the last time) when she told me that I wouldn’t get yucky needles stuck in my bum. But all the doc had to say was “rotavirus, pneumencoccal” and the next thing I know I’m naked from the waste down and mom’s trying to fake like I’m NOT getting stabbed in my behind.

Latest stats:

19.5 lbs – 27.5 inches long