Didn't I just do this?

Fi, you are yet another month older. I feel like I literally wrote this post last week. Time seems to be traveling in warp-speed, especially the weekdays, where I only get to spend about 2 & a half hours with you in my arms (half hour in the morning where we hang out in my office before I take you to school, 1 hour at lunch, and 1 hour after work). And your poor dad, he's got to pray that I fall asleep before you just so he can hold you at all. I hope you know how much we both love spending time with you!

So what has changed this past month? You just keep growing! You've outgrown a lot of your 3-6 month clothes and we've moved up to 6-9 month already. Holy cow. Your dad & I call you "Big Fat Baby," which I know we need to stop because I'm sure it will give you a complex, but I just love your fat butterball belly.

You are a rolling machine. As soon as I set you on your back, the second I take my hand off, you are flipping to your belly. You're also ready to crawl. When you flip to your belly, you hold your arms & legs up in the "Superman" position and kick like you're trying to swim to Cuba.



Which leads to my next point: you're now a stomach sleeper, just another thing you take after your dad (which, after having the "Back to Sleep" mantra drilled into your head, scares the everloving shit out of me). Again, as soon as we set you down in the crib, your favorite move is to flip onto your belly and faceplant. I swear, if you're already making my hyperventilate at 5 months I am so screwed for your teenage & college years.

I have a feeling big girl food is right around the corner. We had plans to delay the introduction of solids, skipping cereal and use a modified form of baby-led weaning but it looks like you don't feel like waiting much longer (I mean, you are Big Fat Baby, after all). At lunch, you used to be content just to sit in my lap & watch everything going on; now you try to steal food from my plate & shove it in your mouth every chance you get. And for having the motor skills of, well, a 5 month old you're pretty damn fast.

 You have discovered your new bff, big brother Wallace. Lord help us all. You just love him to pieces-your eyes light up when he walks past & you reach out to grab him. Wallace is less than thrilled (to put it mildly) that you are now able to move toward him, but he appeases you by licking your face & hands clean. I mean, if he's going to stuck with you, he feels like he should at least get something out of the situation right? You just love Wallace kisses, you squeeze your eyes shut & open your mouth & giggle.

You know who else you love? Your dad, like you didn't already know that. Nothing makes you light up brighter than your daddy. You will be fussing in my arms, papa Rob will take you & as he's walking away, you look over her shoulder with the hugest smile. You've got him wrapped around your finger & you know it. It's a little sad sometimes, considering I was the one that carried her, birthed her, and provided her sole form of sustenance for the last 5 months. But whatever. I'm not bitter or anything.