The Bhaeblet turned six months old last Sunday. Where did the time go? It's hard to believe he's that old when you look at him, he's such a Very Skinny Kid. Now V and I both started our lives as reasonably chubby children, so I fail to see what WB's problem is. It's not that he doesn't like his food, because he does.
He's within the average weight percentile -- but only just. It worries me because I think I must be going about this wrong. Breastfeeding drove me nuts, but at least while that was all he was given I knew he was getting the right proportions. And it's so hard to figure out what to do, because now that I've to cook for him and so on, I really don't know when to do it! He gives us a hard time about his daytime naps and he gets so cranky because he is tired, and whines as long as he's left alone. So it's as much as I can do to cook for V and me. I barely manage a bath (and we have a water problem anyway, with water only being available at certain times during the day). Now when am I supposed to make his food fresh every day?
The child is just not reasonable.
In other news, as they say, V is my hero. Totally, absolutely. I cannot go into the exact details, because a lot of people assure me they read this blog, and I refuse to open myself to any more ridicule than I already face, but suffice it to say that the crisis concerned a very important piece of jewellery and might remind one of certain screwy matters that had come up for discussion earlier. It also involved me being in a blue funk and him keeping a very cool head, not to mention an act of absolute bravery in plastic gloves. So, as I said, he's my HERO. (Make the most of this, V.)
Rahul had his rice ceremony on the 1st. Those of you who have been grumbling because I haven't yet sent the photos, hold your horses. I barely get time to bathe, remember?