My baby turned 5 months old yesterday.
He is cooing and smiling often, and has become a master at blowing raspberries.
He’s found his feet with his hands, and can reach out for his toys on his playmat.
He is officially sleeping in his crib now (at least for the first part of the night).
He loves his brother and thinks he is the funniest thing.
He loves being outdoors and calms instantly when nothing else seems to work.
He is a pro at spitting up… nailing us each and every time after he eats with a large volume of loveliness.
He still has his defined bald spot on the back of his head.
His favorite time of the day is first thing after he wakes up in the morning, but he’s almost equally happy right after each nap.
He is adorable as all get out.
He’s found his feet with his hands, and can reach out for his toys on his playmat.
He is officially sleeping in his crib now (at least for the first part of the night).
He loves his brother and thinks he is the funniest thing.
He loves being outdoors and calms instantly when nothing else seems to work.
He is a pro at spitting up… nailing us each and every time after he eats with a large volume of loveliness.
He still has his defined bald spot on the back of his head.
His favorite time of the day is first thing after he wakes up in the morning, but he’s almost equally happy right after each nap.
He is adorable as all get out.
And I love him. Bunches.
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