I'm 5 months old!

Hello world!

I'm five months old today and I'm just as cute as all get out!

Back when I was 4 1/2 months old, I went through a few days of hating baths just about as much as a person could hate baths. Even when my mommy was washing the dishes, I'd scream at the sound of water running. Scream!

AAAAAAHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!

Like that real loud.

But then my toes started stinking from their lack of contact with clean water, and since there's almost nothing I like more than when Mommy nibbles my toes, I gave the bath one more try.

It was...okay. But don't sign me up for swimming lessons anytime soon.

Other than my water phobia and a love of having my toes nibbled, let me tell you, I sure do dig eating.

Wow.

Gustatorily speaking, planet Earth is a pretty fabulous place, and I've only sampled from a limited buffet: milk, butternut squash, rice cereal, sweet potatoes, pears, and carrots. There's nothing quite like a big helping of white and orange food. Oh...there were those peas. Peas made me shudder a bit, but that was before my sister, Isabel, gave me the lowdown on green foods and how best to avoid them. I think we need to talk again, and this time I need to bring a pen and paper to take notes.

Anyway, with all this eating, my name has officially been changed to "Oh my goodness, look at those cheeks!" And then come the pinches. And the raspberry kisses. I guess it's okay...but once summer is here and I'm wearing shorts, I pity the fool who tries to pinch my chunky thighs. Hands off, ladies!

I'm a whopping 20 pounds and you should see how great Mommy's biceps and shoulders look from carrying me around so much. She's truly ripped and vascular.

I'm a pretty good sleeper at night. I still get up to snack once or twice, but I also sleep in until about 9:30 AM. However, it's all bells and fireworks until about 10:30 PM each night. And naps? Well, I find it works best to cat nap each day - 10 minutes here, 12 minutes there - and then pick one day of the week to catch up and nap all day.

I like sitting up and can do it pretty well with a little support. I have no interest in rolling over in any which direction, and really, have you ever tried to lift a thigh that was 49% of your body wieght? Take it from me, if you ever need something "over there", the best thing to do is squawk until your sister gets it for you. Rolling over...pfft.

I do like to squawk and blow raspberries myself. I love being tickled under the chin, and I laugh like it's a genuine riot. I also think it's hilarious whenever anyone sneezes and laugh so hard I sometimes fall forward and bang my forehead.

All in all, a good and successful five months. I'm looking forward to month six and anticipate more squawking to get people to do all sorts of nifty things for me. I'm definitely management material.