Right now, you are studying the art of Rolling Over and Screaming Because You Don’t Know How To Get Back.
You spit up less, but it still freaks your sister out. Even when it’s just bubble drool.
You just found your toes the other day, and frankly, it’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you.
You have started those melt-your-heart, wild, slobbery, open-mouthed baby kisses.
You roll up into a ball when you’re excited.
You’re ticklish on both of your sides and under your arms. I know this because of the wild laughter that ensues when I “getchu” there.
Your sister is still your favorite person in the whole world. (It’s mutual.)
You have mastered the Lower Lip Quiver and can pretty much get whatever you want.
You have never, ever, even once, run out of kisses.
Happy Five Month Day, my favorite Little Man.