The last time I wrote here you were a wee little four month old baby. Then the holidays hit and we got busier than usual and you got more and more interactive and that five month post just never got written. I know! But I did keep good notes, so I think we can cover months five and six in the same post. It'll be okay.
I will never stop missing this outfit.
Month five brought us a big increase in chatter. Hilariously you were always the most chatty when you had your fingers and/or a toy stuck in your mouth. Were you critiquing the object's taste? Who knows, but it was damn cute.
Nothing is better for teething than Mom's fingers.
Month five also brought on a major case of the wiggles for you - you are one busy and active baby. You are happiest when roughhousing. I see many bumps and bruises and breaks in your future, little crazy man.
I can fly!
Of course all that flying and wrestling and wiggling leaves you pretty snuggly by the end of the day.
My favorite.
But it doesn't take long for you to get back to being silly.
Our big milestone of month five is that you learned to roll over back to front! You accomplished that for the first time at four months and thirteen days old. You were under the Christmas tree looking at the lights, cooing (you did love those lights) and suddenly decided that you wanted to be on your stomach. Then thirty seconds later you had rotated 90 degrees, scooted, and reached right for the power cords. SO. It's going to be like that, huh?
Pretty lights!
The night after you learned to turn over was the worst night of sleep EVER. You kept turning over in your crib and getting stuck on your stomach and getting SO MAD. Now it seems funny, but that night it sucked.
Right before you turned five months old we also took you to see Santa. True to form you weren't bothered at all by the strangers or activity and put on your best smile for the camera, pleasing your Mommy immensly.
Happy baby!
And then you turned five months old! But we have another month to cover here. And it's an important one since it contains your first Christmas!
OMG
Being the first grandchild your first Christmas was predictably present-filled. But more importantly, it was also activity filled. First, you decided you liked nothing more than to stand all the live-long day. No you did not pull yourself up to a stand in this picture, Gramma Fisher put you there, but STILL. Yikes.
You learned that it was way more fun to sit at the table like a Big Boy than to hang out on the floor with your toys. Gramma Fisher learned to eat with one hand. So much learning!
You also got to see snow for the first time. We put you in a snowsuit that was MUCH to big (size 18 months!) and plunked you in a snowbank. It was hilarious.
Back home you began to notice the cats, much to their annoyance. Ricky remains close by most of the time, he lets you pet him maybe sometimes.
You love to play with all of your new toys in the foam-tiled portion of the livingroom we have come to call Simon Town.
You've also been spending a bit of time every week chatting with your grandparents over Skype. Kids these days! Video chatting with relatives hundreds of miles away!
You've also become semi-mobile, which is so awesome. You aren't crawling, but you are rolling to get places, pausing on your stomach to reorient yourself the direction you want to be. You can get yourself quite a distance in the time it takes for me to get myself more water.
You started waaaay back by those toys by the wall.
Delightfully you are still our silly boy, our goofy monkey, and you bring more joy into our world than we ever could have expected.
Love you, little man.
Love,
Mama
