5 Months Old

My daughter, The Flasher.

I don't have official stats...cause, well...I just don't. So, I guess I'll give you some unofficial ones.

Height- Taller than most.

Weight- A little more chub than some, less than others.

Head- Yes, she has one.

*She is the happiest baby, and such a little Miss Chatterbox. She'd talk my ear off if I let her, which, naturally, I do.

*She rolls, back to front, front to back, and occasionally in the bathtub. (She just gets to excited in the bathtub and flips right over with glee!)

*She turns her parents into babbling idiots, especially when she laughs.

*She loves pears. Peaches....not so much.

*She grabs everything, even when unconscious.

*She'd rather play with her feet than just about anything else. Even when holding her upright, she tries to fold herself in half and play with those toesies.

*She hearts her Bumbo.

*Sometimes she sleeps like a log. Sometimes she sleeps like me, which is insomnia-ish. What do you do?

*She is officially no longer sleeping in her car seat! (Hurrah!)

*She is turning into a little toe head. I love, love it.

*She is getting pretty good at grabbing something and sticking it in her mouth.

*She has quite a melodious range of noises and sounds and vocalizes them with rather impressive gusto.

*Babble, spit, raspberry, squeal. (That is what she is doing, right this second. In that exact order.)

*She thinks I am completely hilarious.

*She has the biggest grin. It's like a rectangle. She smiles so big and so hard its like her face is gonna explode. I love it.

Oh happy, happy baby. Happy, happy us.

Picture of said enormous smile.

*This blog is still going private....just haven't yet.....