Monday, November 12, 2012

Five Monthaversary

 Miriam Ruth! You are well over five months old now, but I am trying to get this stuff down on "paper" nonetheless. It makes me turn on my vintage [read: old and unfriendly] camera and take some pictures of you while you are still a baby. You are growing up much faster than Nathan did,  I am sure of it.

Nathan wanted to help with pictures more than be in them, but I caught him on camera anyway.

 He is all about helping with you now more than ever and wants to "shoosh" you without my help (he does a great job), reposition you (yikes!) and even change your diaper! He is still getting the hang of the snaps, but he pours the wipe solution, wipes her and folds and places the new diaper under you. You get a kick out of it and, quite frankly, I do too.

Miri vs. Pooh
5 Months

 At Five Months you:

~sit up on your own with a tumble (intentional?) when you get tired of the position and want to get to something far away.
~make fun new babble sounds with y's and n's and we are sure we heard you say "da-ddy" even if by accident on two separate occasions!
~tried your first bite of solids (butternut squash) the other day and did a great job!
~have graduated to the next size in your diapers---all the snaps are undone! I guess that is what girl bums are all about!
~play with toys! Nathan is overjoyed (except when he is afraid you will spit up on a truck or choke on a block).
~still do well with strangers. You stayed with your first babysitter last week when Mommy went to Uncle Joe's swearing in ceremony. You took your bottles and even napped well for her!
~ADORE your Daddy! The way you look at him is like no one else! So precious.
~have been waking up at night (around 3am) to eat. You go back to bed easily, but I am not a fan. What happened? Hope you get back into the groove after this cold is passed!

Your brother loves you so much and has loved watching you grow this month. He sings to you and loves to dote on you. This is so classically Nathan! Climbed in your crib with a truck to play you a song and make you smile, leaving his underwear by your head. (Even more impressive was the picture of him stepping over her head pant-less as she stared straight up at that crazy sight. Traumatic.)

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