Max is now very comfortable grabbing his feet (a feat I wasn't sure he's actually get to do!), and he can roll quite well from his tummy to his back, but he isn't rolling from back to front yet. I suppose it's a matter of motivation - he's not that keen to be on his front, so why go there?! He's not sitting - and while I suppose I'm a little worried in some ways, I know he's still within the bounds of 'normal' (corrected), so mostly I just sit and wait.
He is still terrible at drinking - we've even gone back to giving him 100-calorie formula, as some days he doesn't even get 400ml down. However, he's getting more and more down each meal (and we are having three meals a day) in terms of solids. He has about 1/2 cup of food each meal and it seems to all stay down quite happily. We have begun some dairy products (and will go slowly on those over the next couple of weeks), and he's also had his first couple of meals containing meat (plain mincemeat and veges). This week will bring pasta, some new veges, and my first attempt at cooking chicken stock from scratch. My beef stock was a hit, so cross fingers the next will be as well.
We weighed him last Tuesday (25th), properly (nude) and he weighed 6.7kg exactly. So, not much weight on after all. So, we'll go back in tomorrow, and hopefully see a bit of an increase. I'm hoping for about 100g per week now, but he's only put on about 300g in the last 5 weeks. He's still in the 'normal' range, but as he's on the very bottom of it, we do have to be a bit aware of his weight gain. It's odd to think that babies as small as 6kg and up to 9.5kg are all 'normal' for 6.5 months.
Max watched (some of) his first Grand Final over the weekend and we have had definite signs that he has chosen his own club.
(Before I continue with this, I must preface it with the warning that I am not a huge footy fan, and while Mark has a team he follows, we aren't passionate, and in fact I often get a little saddened by people who are so over the top in following a team (of any code) that they get parochial, violent, or even simply insulting to others who follow another team. It's only sport, and there's always next year, folks. Enjoy your sport, but respect other people and - lighten up!)
Anyway - Max.
Here's the reasons we think Max (even before they won) has chosen Geelong for his team...
- When the teams came onto the field, and their club songs played, Max danced, kicked and grinned at Geelong's, but when Port's began his bottom lip trembled and a grumpy/sad face began (until comforted by Tato).
- His Grandma sent him, (totally coincidentally as she's in NZ) over a week earlier, a navy and white striped top and shorts set, which he loves to wear.
- When watching the game, he spoke his first 'word'... listen carefully... "aaabbbuuuubbbuaaabbullluulAblett......" (accompanied by a big smile and forceful arm movement (could be the opening bounce...))
- Max wouldn't sleep until the game was over and Geelong had won.
So, it is confirmed (until further evidence is received otherwise). 
Photos - He's been 'practising' sleeping in his travel cot - a groovy new one we got on Ebay from the UK - can't get it in Australia. I love it because it's easy to set up & break down, and is really small when packed - fits into a pillow case. It only weighs about 3kg, so, unlike many of the so-called 'portable cots' you can buy here, it actually can be used for travelling! He seems to like it, and it actually feels really cosy.
Reading a letter from Grandma...
then eating a letter from Grandma.
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