5 Months

My daughter was apparently very nervous when she turned 5 months.  (It's okay sweetie, I want you to stay little forever too.)

Miss Samantha May is such a joy to be around.  She is still very calm and happy pretty much all the time.  We joke that she expresses what we call "mild annoyance" when she needs to be fed, put down for a nap, or needs to be changed.  She absolutely adores her older brother and just beams at him while her fat little face turns to follow his every move.  He's starting paying more attention to her by giving her rough little hugs and "sharing" her toys, but she smiles through it all just because she's thrilled that someone so cool is paying attention to her.

She loves to roll from back to front and looks very pleased with herself when she makes it to her tummy.  She's a drooling maniac and is getting so good at playing with her toys.  She loves the sound of her own voice and adores her hands and feet.  She has a silly little 5-month-old sense of humor in which any noises made with the mouth, tickling, jumping, or fake sneezing or coughing has her in fits of giggles.

Her mother was delinquent in starting her on rice cereal since we would be traveling and it is kind of a pain, so she started a few days after turning 5 months.  She only gagged a few times.

And...she survived.  I should make her a t-shirt for that.  Or I guess a onesie.

It's so funny thinking back to when we only had Emerson or when we didn't have any kids.  What did we do all the time?  I just can't imagine life without either one of them now and I sort of superimpose them on all previous activities.  Ben and I will be like, "Wait, what did we do with Emerson and Sammi then?  Oh yeah, we didn't have them yet.  Duh."  But I'm so glad we have them now even if they do make me feel worried, frustrated, overjoyed, and content all at the same time.