I can’t believe he’s already five months old. This is CRAZY to me. Absolutely crazy.
He has two teeth now. The second one showed up yesterday afternoon. Even more crazy.
He loves pears, apples, bananas, sweet potatoes, green beans, and the boob. Or, well, milk. He’s not actually loving the boob lately and I’m practically exclusively pumping for him. I’m DETERMINED to make it to six months of breastfeeding though. DE-TER-MINED, I tell you.
He’s rolling over like it’s his job (and hey, since he’s not actually employed, I guess rolling over IS sort of his job). He’s almost mastered the continuous roll and then I’m in trouble!
He is sorting out his naps at daycare and has started sleeping pretty well for them. We’re still working on napping here at home. And let’s not even talk about how he’s not sleeping through the night yet. We’re working on getting him out of the swaddle and into a sleep sack. I’m hoping that will help with the sleeping through the night. If it doesn’t, oh well. I’ve made it this far. What’s another eighteen years, right?