Oh how you GROW!

Sweet baby girl… you are already FIVE months old! I can hardly believe it. You are oh SO BIG! (Quite literally). I love you so much sweet princess.

Daddy thinks that you are getting spoiled, and it’s probably true, but I don’t care. It already makes me sad when you don’t want to cuddle. You are too busy exploring your world.

Things you love:

• Chewing- you are teething right now. You have two little buds on the bottom of your mouth that are waiting to come through. You eat EVERYTHING you can get your hands on. You are currently particularly fond of mama’s hands/fingers. Yum!
• Eating- Boy girl, you love you some food! You eat. A lot. All the time. We tried giving you rice cereal on August 1st, but that didn’t go too well. You gagged on it and looked at me like, “What is this CRAP you are trying to feed me??!” Needless to say, since then we haven’t tried and you are happy as a clam with your mommy milk.
• FP Jumperoo- You have finally figured out how to JUMP! I tell you “jump!jump!” and you do! You get a huge grin on your face as you are jumping. You love it so much, and it’s good exercise for you too.
• Waking up- You are the happiest baby in the world when you first wake up. Every time we go in to get you out of your crib you give us the biggest grins in the entire world- even at 4 in the morning… we need to work on that one :)
• Leaves- It sounds weird doesn’t it? You love leaves… like the leaves on a tree. When you hear them rustling in the wind you turn your head to look at them. You also love looking at the trees when we go on walks. Who knew they were that interesting??

You keep growing, and growing, and learning new skills. Yesterday you learned how to SIT on your own!! That’s right, my little 5 month old chunker can SIT!! :) So exciting! Granted, you tumble if you try to turn to look at something, but you are still doing it! We’ve only had two falling/crying incidents so far… not too bad. I think it scares you more than it hurts you when you fall, but you are crying real tears- and that makes Mama sad.