I'm five months old.

I love to jibber jabber and squeal and squawk.

I am getting use to rice cereal.
I love to smile.

I can roll over.

I love to grab my toes and play with my feet. My mom says it's the cutest thing ever.

I love jumping and bouncing in my exersaucer.

I love tag blankets.
I can almost sit up all alone, sometimes I crash.

I have lots of toys that I like to play with.

I'm usually very happy.

I love to laugh.

I'm very ticklish.

I love to hug my mom and attack her by eating her shoulder, when I get really excited.

I like to grab at faces.

Sometimes I suck my thumb.

I sleep a lot. 

I like having an older brother.

I still have to be swaddled when I sleep.

I like to suck on a pacifier when I nap.

My mom still uses cloth diapers on me (most of the time).

I've started wearing 9 month-sized clothes.

I'm a big boy.

I'm healthy.

I'm chunky and tall for my age.

I have strong legs.
I roll all over the place, get rolled up in blankets and end up in funny places like half way under the couch or 3 feet off the run onto hardwood floor.

I like to hear my mom and Luke play "name that tune."

I like music and bright lights.

My mom loves having a cuddly, little 5 month old baby around the house.