Did you know that my baby boy has his FIRST TOOTH! And TODAY he is 5 months old. Yeah, that’s right…he got his first tooth when he was 4 1/2 months old! WHAT? REALLY?!??!??!??! And can I add to that OUCH! I’ve yelped in pain a few times lately. That’s one sharp tooth.
So, as of today, Little g can roll from back to tummy, tummy to back, has his first tooth, kind of reaches out when you go to pick him up, is trying to hold his bottle (but mostly just chews on it until it falls out of his little grasp), smiles and giggles tons, stares at you that either says ‘I’m-searching-your-soul’ or ‘I-remember-you-from-the-pre-existence’, loves Sesame Street, gives hugs (especially hugs that help big brother and big sister stop crying), loves getting kisses, has an open mouth silent laugh when he gets tossed in the air (and then his fist goes right into his mouth), and is just a genuinely sweet baby.