The musings of a 5 month-old

Greetings people of the world!

I turned 5 months old today! It was sort of a big deal but my mom totally forgot until like an hour before my bedtime. She tried to make up for it by giving me a little bit of her ice cream but we all know that I'll be guilt tripping her about this later on.

Anyway, what is life like for a five month old? Pure awesomeness. I mean, I lay around all day, play a little, roll a little, and when I get bored all I have to do is whine a bit and mom starts singing and dancing around like a fool to entertain me. Good times. I love playing with my feet and chewing on my clothes. I love going out places because random strangers come up and talk to me and make me laugh, though mom always looks like she is going to have a heart attack when this happens.

But it's not all fun and games, I'm working hard too. I'm starting to figure out this whole talking thing. I said "momma" first because I knew that would make her putty in my hands. Everytime I say it she drops everything and pays attention to me. Now I'm working on "nanana" "th-th-th" and "bababa". Daddy is trying really hard to get me to say "dada" but I'm going to string him along a bit. Also, I just decided one day that I had had enough of being stationary and started rolling everywhere. I'm trying so hard to crawl but I can't quite figure out what to do after I get up on my hands and knees. I can't wait to start getting into everything!


I love hanging out with mom all day. She is pretty cool. Every night she lets me hog her half of the bed while she teeters precariously on the edge all night long. We like reading Dr. Suess and watching Gilmore Girls together. She loves dressing me up, but I think she is just jealous of all my cute clothes. She also love taking pictures of me. Like REALLY loves it. I can totally relate to all those celebrities who hate the paparazzi, try living with your very own paparazzo. Sometimes I feel like if she snaps one more picture I'm going to scream. And I usually do.


My favorite time of day is when dad comes home. I can't even contain my excitement when he walks in the door. He does all these crazy funny voices and sings to me. Mom sings too but, bless her heart, she is deaf.


Anyway, that's it for me.
Peace out peeps!
Shye-shye


p.s. Here is proof that my mom takes waaaay too many pictures!

Sometimes I can't decide which hand I want to chew.

That dress was tasty.

Checkin myself out in the mirror.

Playin with my toes.

SOOO sick of pictures!

Beauty sleep.

Just hanging out.