I am five months old today. FIVE ENTIRE MONTHS. Can you even believe it?
I know, right? It's a little shocking.
Besides having the most edible cheeks in all the land, there isn't a lot new going on. I am completely uninterested in learning to roll over. If it requires spending any significant amount of time on my tummy at all, it can't possibly be worth it. Plus, I figure I'm clearly ahead of the game in core muscle tone. Check me out in my exersaucer:
I try to put on a happy face, but life as a five month old isn't all peaches and cream, you know. I am in near constant danger of losing my fingers and ears to my mother's incessant nibbling. My belly is assaulted daily by the tickling fingers of basically everyone who sees me, which is funny for a while but also irritating. Oh, and I drool like a crazy person. Plus, I can't seem to grow any new hair. All my efforts seem to be effective only on the 3 individual hairs on the top of my head that exceed 2 inches in length while the rest remains a stubborn fuzz. Perplexing.