five months

welp, here we are.  five months after i birthed a baby.  this one's a doozy for me. it means we're just one month away from six months, & you know what that means, right?  yup.  time to start planning the one year birthday party.  i mean seriously, if these next seven months go as fast as these first five, i better get my planning shoes on.

so here's the little man himself.  all growed up to five months old.
{compare previous monthly pics here.}

feels like this little guy has changed so much in this last month.  his little personality has really begun to shine.  he's always been a happy, sweet little guy but now he's become a happy, sweet, silly, funny, playful little guy.

he's mastered the art of blowing raspberries.  it's one of his favorite pastimes.  he's good at it.  so good that he covers his whole face from his forehead to his chin in spit when he really gets going.  when he's not wearing socks, he loves to rub his feet together {evidenced in the above photo}.  especially while nursing.  rub rub rub... those little feet just work themselves back & forth.  we suspect early stages of teething.  lots of drool & lots of gnawing on whatever he gets his hands on, but no signs of the pearly whites just yet.  he has mastered pinching, pulling hair, & scratching.  he's really taken this up a notch in the pain-to-mom-&-dad-department this month.  those little pinches can hurt.  as seen here.

he's wearing size three diapers, all six-nine month clothes, & weighs seventeen pounds as of september sixteenth (last doctor appointment).  he's learned how to whine.  he makes the saddest face ever & wails a big cry but there are no tears.  he's fine as soon as he gets what he wants... diva alert.  he's really expanded his vocal cords this month.  his soft coos & little voice have now been supplemented with high pitched squeals & shrieks just because he can.  he loves exploring his vocal cords, & boy does he have some range.

he goes to sleep every night drowsy-but-awake after being swaddled & rocked a few minutes by sam & sleeps from about nine pm to six am, nurses for fifteen minutes, then back to sleep until eight-thirty.  we're currently in the process of transitioning him from the pack & play in our room, to the crib in his room.  i did not foresee myself having this much separation anxiety.  i was fighting off tears imagining what it will be like when he leaves for college.  i wish i was joking.

he's gone from averaging about twenty minutes per nursing session to about ten.  huzzah for efficiency!

& he is still so dang cute.

love this kid.



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