Hello, everyone! Bug here.
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.
Anyway, I'm hungry. Adios.
Bug out.
4 comments:
I really like it when babies start looking like real little people.
I mean, they're wicked cute before that stage, but there's just something about them looking like little grown ups that tickles my fancy.
I have to ask what you use to stick the bows on. I tried everything with BG with no luck. We can't be doing ponytails everyday over here!
Wow, that 5 months flew by!! She is adorable.
oh, she's adorable!
(Bug is my nickname too. But I'm not half so cute, of course.)
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