I can’t believe you are five months already. After I spent two months telling everyone you were four months old, I can’t seem to advance your age now. You are just squeezing into your 3-6 months outfits, and I don’t think that will fly much longer. You are almost 18 pounds.
You are so happy. Everyone who sees you comments that you never cry. Which isn’t exactly true, but you are usually cheerful to be outside and excited to see people. Even though you are teething hard right now, you would hardly know, aside from all the drool, as you are such a good sport about it.
Before I forget or they morph again, I wanted to share some of your nicknames. Although your brother’s nicknames mostly derived from Henry-kins (Kinz, Kensington, etc.) or “Squeaks,” yours come from “Squish.” So you have Squishimi, Squishimus, Squishipuss, and my recent reversing, Pusslesquish. Your dad calls you Mackleton and Mackle Tackle. I am guilty of calling you Big Mac, Smacks, Smack, and similar and apologize profusely for drug-related nicknames. #smackiswhack
You rolled today! Front to back. You had a five month appointment at the doctor, because apparently that is a thing here, and you rolled for the first time. It was as if on command. Show off! Everyone at the doctor was charmed by your squish and smiles, even though you skipped your morning nap.
You have quite the grip. You can manipulate toys like nobody’s business. We’ll wait a tiny bit more on solids, but I think you will be ready. You have been enjoying spoon/fork time and you are about to grab all the food off our plates. You are still getting up around once a night. I keep hoping that maybe solids will help on that. We shall see!
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