schwhat?! five months young today! my little berry girl. the list of your nicknames goes on and on and on (see below where i call you a fluffy canine). because i still am a somewhat lazy mom when it comes to baby books,
your hair is sort of falling out, and truth be told, i love me a bald baby. will you be a blondie like your brothers? no one is quite sure. i can't, for the life of me, get you to drink more than four ounces of formula at once. and then, approximatley 15 minutes later, you will take another two. thanks for that.
you like to keep me on my toes, and make sure my wiping skills are up to par, so you poop four times a day. thanks for that, too. most often you are naked, only sporting your size twos. you curl your toes in the strangest directions and your gummy smile makes me melt.
you laugh your biggest belly laugh when i tilt you back and forth and sing one of my famous jingles. i'd say it's your favorite thing in the world right now, that, and bath time. you soak me with your high kicks every.single.time.
i went against everything the internet told me and started feeding you solids at three and a half months. you were hungry and proved to me quickly that i made the right decision. don't be mad at me but i didn't wait a week, or even a day, in between introducing new foods to you. it was more like: peas, and carrots, and apples, and bananas, oh my!
at night you sleep like a champ and make me want to bring another baby into our family, like, yesterday. but your naps last for twenty minutes. TWENTY MINUTES. you're killing me, smalls. i love to squeeze you and kiss you and brush your cradle cap out of your hair. (for real, i do. it's all gone now because of my picking and brushing.)
and what do you know… you're already trying to show up your big brothers. you will be crawling by next week, i'm sure of it. what will i even do with a five month old who crawls? i do not know, considering your brothers didn't even move til, oh, 15 months? it's totally okay that you are an overachiever. i like that about you. girl power forever.
you grunt and growl and smell like buttermilk pancakes.
please always smell like buttermilk pancakes.
every day i thank my God for you. happy five months story!