Millar is half a year old!

My little Millarmonkey is 6 months old! (And a week or so – bad mummy/blogger!)

I now get the whole time flying thing. I am also loving this age – it’s so much more fun than a newborn baby. Obviously I loved him when he was all teeny and squishy, but now that I can actually play with him, we are having a whale of a time!

So at 6 months, this is what Millar can do and has been up to:

He has been on holiday to the Lake District.

He has now had three colds – yes, THREE! Including one at the moment. I wish it would sod off actually, as poor baby can’t breathe at night.

He now naps really well in the day.

recently night times have been terrible but I’m blaming the cold and teething for that and hoping things go back to normal.

He weighs almost 18lbs!

He has a tooth.

He can roll over – and over and over until he gets to where he wants to be. Usually, where he shouldn’t be. I think this is how things will continue!

He loves to make loud noises – either by hitting things, squealing or shouting REALLY LOUD!!

He can sit up! He can sit really securely now without anything behind him – this has been a really big thing for me.

He adores his daddy. But Daddy is too fun to get him to sleep. So night time wakings are Mummy’s job.

He has started eating food! This was his first meal (pitta bread, melon and cheese!)

He is getting much better at eating – we are doing baby led weaning, which I will write more about soon, but he likes to feed himself yoghurt and this morning he experienced porridge!

I’ll write a proper post soon, but didn’t want 6 months to go unmarked!

Millar’s beautiful baptism

At the end of October, most of our friends and family came together to finally properly celebrate Millar being here. I didn’t ever have a baby shower – I don’t really have any problem with the concept, but when it came to deciding whether I wanted one, it felt like jinxing things – or tempting fate. It seemed too soon to be celebrating. The plan was always to have a party for my friends soon after his arrival. But with the world-altering chaos of a newborn baby, a party was the last thing on my mind.

So a baptism seemed like the perfect time to get everyone together and take a moment to take stock and marvel at what an awesome little boy Millar is.

We had the baptism at a beautiful church in the town where we live and luckily they were happy for my dad to take the service. I know he was so honoured to be able to baptise his own grandson.

Organising it was quite tough, particularly while looking after a 5 month old baby… Pretty much every time Millar went down for a nap, I got another batch of scones made. On the morning of the day, we had two godparents on cream and jamming duties, while various other grandparents and aunts and uncles helped get the hall ready. It was a true team effort.

Millar was a star – he only cried a little when the water was poured on his head, then was happy and chirpy all afternoon through what turned out to be a very late night for him! He received the most beautiful and generous presents and is honestly the luckiest little boy in the world.

I didn’t want to dress him in a traditional christening gown, so I bought a gorgeous little dungarees set by Emile et Rose from poshtots online and he had an amazing pair of shoes that he was given when he was born, from tiny feet.

I want to share some of the photos with you but first I have to just give particular credit to my amazing Aunty, Joan Warlow, who made the absolutely stunning cake. She is one hell of a talented lady.