5 Months

Reesey Bug,
You my pretty girl, are already 5 months old. Wow. This was quite an exciting month for you. You are rolling over like craaaazy. It's awesome. Sometimes though, I put you on your back, you IMMEDIATELY roll over onto your belly, get mad and scream. I roll you back over and we go through the same exercise over. And over. And over. Then other times your just roll continuously until your all the way across the room from where you started. Also this month you have moved into the world of eating solids. Well, baby "solids" that is. Rice cereal and baby food. So far you've experienced sweet potatoes (your favorite), squash (your least), peas, green beans, bananas and pears. You are really getting the hang of it and I find it so amusing to watch you get so mad when I have to take the spoon back to the bowl to load back up. You sit there with an open mouth just waiting. You do not like when you've finished your food for two reasons: 1. The food's gone. 2. You really dislike getting your face washed off. You do not like sleeping, especially alone. It's sweet and frustrating. Your daddy is very content having you sleep in bed with us but I know that this is not good in the long run. You still love your baths and think Elijah and Daisy are hilarious. You are the sweetest, snuggliest little bug. Ever.

Elijah,
Handsome. I love you so much. Just more and more and more each day. Yesterday, you gave me a hug, squeezing so very tight and said, "You're my best friend ever." Sigh. I hope I never forget that moment as long as I live. You are becoming quite the talented singer/songwriter. I'm seeing a future here for sure. You walk around the house with your guitar and you sing about anything that pops into your head or you see. You like to stand up on church before praise and worship starts and do the same. It makes my heart so happy to see you enjoying music so much. You also love Brad Paisley (there are NO WORDS to describe how proud I am). You are addicted to Phineas and Ferb. It's pretty intense. I'm going to have to research a support group or something. Nothing else makes me laugh as much as you do. Thanks for being such a goof.