Kiddo will be 5 months old on Tuesday. If I think about the fact that we made this tiny person, I birthed him into this world, I get freaked out.
He has a cold currently, is super snotty. He hates getting his nose suctioned.
Daycare is okay. I'm not in love with his daycare, but there really aren't many better options around here. He is safe, fed, and cleaned so I guess I just deal with it for now.
We started tasting solids in the last couple weeks. He loves mashed potatoes, is okay on green beans, and likes butternut squash.
He is so happy all the time. He rarely cries. Thanks to wonderful sleep advice I got from fellow eduparents, he sleeps really well, even for naps (at home, at daycare he tells them to go to hell lol).
He turned 10 months today.
You guys... I fucking love this kid.
This kid is now 7.
His brother is 2.
His brother does not sleep, despite all the great advice and tricks and tips I learned.
Anyway, I still fucking love these kids. They drive me bonkers, but they are just so cool to hang out with. They are the funniest little shits I know, with impeccable comedic timing and devilish smiles.























