Five months



Stats: as of a week ago, 17 lbs 1 oz, 26 inches long. He's at about 65th percentile for his size.

Another month, another bunch of changes with this little guy!

This last month, Carter discovered his hands and feet. The first time he really noticed them I was changing his diaper. He fixated on his feet and had a look of wonderment and interest. He reached out and tried to grab them, but it took a few tries to coordinate his limbs. He now proudly grabs them all the time, and loves watching his hand move about. I'm not sure he realizes it's his...


Speaking of, Carter is grabbing EVERYTHING. Including my nose, lip, hair, and shirt collars. Ouch. He's got an insane grip, and we struggle to get his arms in his sleeves every time. He has started reaching up to my face while nursing, which could be one of the most endearing moments I have long anticipated.

I don't see any signs of teeth, but the drooling, oh the drooling. It's impressive. He continues to suck on anything near his mouth. He even tried to nab the nurse's hand while she listened to his heart. He gnaws on this monkey so hard it squeaks. So yeah, he's happiest when he has something to shove in his mouth.
 

Naps are slowly getting better in his crib, but let's face it: our kid is just a bad napper (unless he's being held). And now nighttime sleep is not great, so he's no doubt in a sleep regression. I'm exhausted. Though I can't deny the beauty of middle of the night snuggling. But every two hours, little boy? Too much. I'm hoping it could be because of his cold, or teething, because it's never been that bad until this week.

His greatest accomplishment this month is rolling from his back to his front. One evening last week he just did it, in the blink of an eye, and repeatedly rolled all night. There's no stopping him now, even when he should be napping. He has begun getting himself in precarious positions and crying, which is loads of fun. I can't wait for him to figure out how to get back on his back by himself.

Changes aside, he continues to be our happy baby with the sweetest smile and a beautiful disposition. He amazes me daily with all that he seems to be learning and retaining. And frankly, that he's all mine.

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  1. AllisonMay 14, 2015 at 6:21 PM

    Hi! Carter is a cutie. This is random but where did you get his giraffe pajamas? My son is a little younger than yours.

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    1. LisaMay 15, 2015 at 5:42 AM

      Hi Allison! The pjs are from Carters - it was a 4-pc set with two tops and two pants. They are my favorites!

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