You are five months old. It's seems like you grew up quite a bit this last month, but don't I say that every month?
You are still rolling like crazy. As soon as you hit the ground, you roll and roll and roll until something - a coffee table, Mia, a rocking chair, me - stops you. Once you get to where you want to be, you push up on your strong arms with a proud look on your face. Usually, you are trying to make your way to Mia. But sadly, she tends to get up and walk away as soon as you get too close. (Maybe try not to grab at her ears so much?)
We've had to be careful now with anything we leave within arms' reach - you grab it all. It's great when it's your pacifier; it's not so great when it's my plate of food at dinner.
Thank you for continuing to be a great sleeper. It's pretty routine now for you to go to bed by 8 and wake up by 7. It makes for relaxing evenings and predictable mornings (for now). If sleeping is genetic, I'm pretty sure you got that trait from me. (Just ask your dad how I am on too little sleep.)
Since I went back to work a couple of months ago, one of the best parts of my day is picking you up from daycare. You have such a huge smile on your face and you have the best temperament when we get home. I cherish the half hour or so we get to just sit on the couch, play and cuddle, before you need a nap or bottle. The second best part of my day is when you see your dad walk in the door. You give him a huge smile which I know melts his heart, and he gives it right back to you.
You're teaching us new lessons each day and I'm grateful for each one.
We love you.