Five months and look at that, I can fit all five fingers in my mouth...

Hey ya'll! Another month old. So when do we stop counting months? Because seriously, I cannot handle more pictures. I am minutes away from sitting up all by myself and do not want to stay still. I'm on the move here people. Got fingers to eat. Feet to play with. And tummy time to avoid.

Well, let's see. What new stuff is happening? I am talking less these days. You know, I said what I had to say, figured out how to make that happen and now, I'm pretty content to giggle at stuff instead. Mom and Dad watched football on Saturday while I played in my swing. Those two people are funny. I giggled at them the whole time and sadly, I get the feeling they were just being themselves and not actually trying to make me laugh. This does not bode well for my embarrassment level when I hit the teenage years.

Still have little to no interest in napping at school. Some days I am just flat out too tired to fight it and make it all the way to like three hours worth of nap time. But other days, not so much. Weekends are great though. I sleep like a champ. Although, since I'm saying that now I just might feel like doing something different this weekend. I'll let you know what I decide.

Mom did this whole hold me while we step on the scale together thing. Based on that, I'm up to 14.8 pounds. Not at all scientific that method but it'll have to do this month. No way I was letting her measure my height or the size of my head. There's too much kicking and wiggling to do.

See. Check out my action shots down here. Poor Mom. She tried all kinds of positions. Nothing. I let her have one good close up shot but the rest of the time, I was trying to bust out of the dress, the bow and the chair. Just wait till I start crawling!

Until next month!