Today I turned five months old. Pretty cool, huh?
I currently weigh about 14 lbs, 13 oz. I think I'm still in the 25th percentile.
My favorite song is called, "Only a Boy Named David" (well, actually those are the first five words... mommy doesn't really know what it's called), and my Aunt Kim taught it to me. Mommy sings is to me all the time, but is only about 60% sure she has the tune right. Whatever. I also like it when Mom and Dad sing "I Feel Good Dun-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nuh," and man, they're right. That song makes me feel awesome! Especially when they end it with "So Good! So Good! I went Poop! Dun-dun-dun-Dun." Suuuuuuuuuh-weeeet.
I'm beginning to enjoy Patty-Cake and getting kisses on my hands. I think my hands are pretty amazing and have enjoyed the last couple months with them unwrapped. Where've they been all my life???
Mommy is trying to teach me to fake cough (just because she thinks it's funny), and I tried it today for the first time (we think, anyway). I thought I was hilarious. So did Mommy and Daddy. Do you know what this means? I'm getting a sense of humor. Mommy says I'm really going to need one in this world, so it's a good thing.
My favorite toy is still my lion that the Easter Bunny brought me (remember?) when I was in the hospital for the second time. He's so cool. Daddy named him Pedro, and I especially like playing with his ribbon tail.
He's pretty fantastic, huh? (The Easter Bunny may or may not have found this lion at Target. She couldn't rightly say.)
I also really like playing with my red and black dog rattle. He's the first thing I ever reached out and touched. Granny taught me how. I always grab his nose. He's pretty spectacular too!
One of my funniest things: I smile, laugh, and talk to photos of myself. Apparently, I think I'm as cute as the rest of the world, because I just can't get enough of myself. That kid in the frame is one good lookin' specimen, if I do say so myself. And I do.
Mommy has recently started giving me formula. No more breast milk. And it is GREAT, although very smelly. It goes down so much better than that other milk, and I'm so thankful that after four and half months of screaming bloody murder at every feeding, Mommy finally got a freakin' clue. Geez. I do spit up more now, but I'm going on three days of no gushing river explosions. Mommy and Daddy are very thankful for this. I'm starting to like my rice cereal by spoon a little more, although I'm still getting the hang of things.
Have I mentioned before that I LOVE me some Nudey-Nudey Time? Well, I do. It's awesome! Take exhibits A-G:
Exhibit A: Anticipating Nudey-Nudey Time as Mom sings the Nudey-Nudey Time song. I'm sorry. It's exclusive. We could tell you what it is, but then we'd have to kill you. And this is a killing-free blog.
Exhibit B: Nudey-Nudey Time has begun! Can I get a woot-woot?
Exhibit C-D: Have I mentioned that Mommy digs it too? (Please excuse her white, pasty appearance.)
Exhibit E: Mommy kissing my belly. My favorite! "Here Mommy. Let me Aquaphor your face in thanks."
Exhibit F: "I Feel Good Dun-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nuh"
Exhibit G: This is a new funny face I started making today. Mommy hasn't figured out what it means yet, but she sure does think it's precious. Little does she know I was planning my world-domination scheme at this very moment. Muah-ha-ha!
Along with thinking photos of me are the greatest thing since sliced bread, I also like looking at myself in the mirror. That guy's pretty handsome too!
I still like bath time a lot (most of the time, anyway), and just this week I moved up to a big boy chair in the big tub. Now I think I'm grown and should start getting an allowance. Mommy said, "Dream on." I don't really know what that means, but I better get my $5.00 on Friday.
delayed taking my cotton pickin' time (thankyouverymuch) in some things, including rolling over (either way) and pushing up on my hands. (Hey, give a guy a break. I've only just realized I had fingers for cryin' out loud!) So anyway, Mommy had some big plans for tummy time today...
But I had plans of my own.
Beautiful, beautiful sleep. This was an extra little nap I took today, but usually I get up around 8:00 (after getting up one to two times during the night), take a bottle, take a little cat nap, get a bath, get my dressings changed, eat another bottle, and then zonk out for a three hour nap. Mommy says she's very proud of me, but what I really think she means is "Glory, Hallelujah! HE SLEEPS! I get to brush my teeth!" That's just a guess, though.
So anyway, I've made it to five months old, and Mommy and Daddy thank God every day for the time they get to spend with me. They are overwhelmed and amazed at how beautiful, fantastic, and utterly amazing I am. They think I'm so special, and can't believe how blessed they are to call themselves my parents.
I mean, look at this face, people! Can you blame them?
Father, thank you for sweet, sweet Jonah. He is such a blessing. We are ever-thankful, ever-grateful, ever in your debt. He is the light of our world, our best friend, PERFECT. He is yours.
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