before baka left she told me that she wanted to knit me another sweater (i haven't shown pictures of the first one she knit me yet but trust me it is great) but i wasn't sure i needed another one, i loved the first one so much. so i asked her is she would knit one more thing for cohen, a jumpsuit to keep him warm in the stroller on our winter walks. she thought it was a great idea and so the night before she left we took measurements and she said she would produce it in nyc (where she is currently visiting marko's brother milan) and send it along. well she did and this morning i got it. if it didn't keep him too warm inside i would be tempted to make him wear it all the time, it is just that cute! it has four pieces, the suit, the toque, the gloves and socks.
thanks baka! cohen will be nice and warm because of you...again!
to see some more wonderful snowsuit photos go here
i am starting to think that he is both a tough guy and a daredevil, not my favourite combination, but we will get to more of that in a minute. so his weight came in at 17 pounds 13 ounces which is really not all that bad for a six month old but for cohen it isn't great. in fact in the words of the nurse "it is cause for some slight concern". you see at two months cohen was in the 95% for weight and then at four months he was in the 75%, the nurse told me then that some babies, particularly those born large, will plateau out for a bit to settle in to the weight intended for them, but here we are at six months and he is in the 50%. I realize that 50% is still average, it is still perfectly fine and he is happy and content and thriving. there is no cause for worry. 
but then i am me and i am a mom and there is always going to be something to worry about. a continual decline is not a good thing. so i have been instructed to feed him solids at dinner until he indicates he is full (as until now i have only been giving him a fixed amount) and to give him some cereal midday (which i was already doing on some days) and to come back in a month to have him weighed again. "they can be very active at this age" she said, which of course is true and would account for his calorie burning. still, i would have preferred for him to settle around the 75% and keep the worry at bay. as for his height? he was 28 inches which still has him in the 95%. tall and skinny he is, just like his uncle elton.
so cohen and i were napping last night and he was fast asleep beside me in our bed when i got up to go to the washroom. after retrieving some water in the kitchen i began to talk with marko, our conversation was soon interrupted by cohen's screams though. i of course had a panic attack on account of the fact that he almost never screams. when i got in the room i realized the scream was coming from the floor. i swear my heart actually stopped. of course cohen being cohen, stopped crying the moment i picked him up and then he proceeded to laugh, i swear it is true, laugh. he almost had a look like he wanted to do it again. unbelievable. from the look of the bedsheets and the lack of bruises or bumps i would say he clung to the sheet as he dropped so it was more of a slide than a fall but regardless i learned my lesson. no more monkeys on the bed. or at least not alone. and so the move towards mobility begins. gulp.
in other less scary news cohen and atticus graduated from sign language class this week. i am not sure if i ever talked about that here? we all took an eight week sign language class together. it was a pretty good time, although i think everyone was longing for thursday afternoons back by week eight. we learned lots, or at least marita and i did. cohen may have only learned that he likes peek-a-blocks and textured balls..oh and bubbles, great big bubbles going up (it was a song we sang that included the creation of soap bubbles which both boys seemed to really like, oh yes there was songs, so many many songs...i am surprised it isn't called sign language singing...wait, does that make sense?!?).
i am starting to think that the better things are going in my life the more i blog. it is when life is organized, the house resembles something close to clean and my pajama's are fresh that i am most likely to curl up on the couch with a cup of tea and write a post. lately the house has been a shamble, christmas cards and letters and crafts strewn from wall to wall, and the laundry, the bedroom and bathroom have been left undone. so at night instead of sitting here writing this i have gone to bed or watched tv (just started brothers and sisters and find myself wondering why i need another show that makes me cry every episode...still i watch with glee) and neglected the blog. oh well.
he is taking a course to become certified in project management. it comes in three installments with this last one being the first. the next two are done online though so those will be an easier cross to bear. this time found him in class three nights a week and on saturdays. plus, the nights he didn't work there was homework and studying looming over his head. now he is mine again and it is wonderful.
it was a lot of fun and i know that cohen loved having both his parents hanging out with him at the same time. we went out for a late breakfast and then for a walk and a coffee. it had been too long. 
then it was cohen, maybe i could show his many sides, but the end result there didn't make my heart sing so in to the trash it went. come saturday night i realized that i needed a simpler subject. this was my first attempt and first attempts are rarely the best place for ambition. so i took a picture of 
one that you couldn't get enough of at one time, in the grocery store and not having it be awkward at all. in fact it is like taking that old friend out for drinks and laughing the whole night. why did i stop listening to them? 
