Five Months

Monday, I officially turned 5 months old! That's 150 days of pure parental bliss, as far as my parents are concerned. Some things I like to do:
- sit in my big boy chair on the kitchen counter and help make dinner
- lay on a blanket in my room and watch mom play with my toys
- scream bloody murder during tummy time
- kick around in the bathtub, and then fall asleep in the water
- laugh when dad tries to "eat" my belly
- go without my clothes
- eat cereal like it's my last meal on earth
- eat squash and peas, but turn my nose up at applesauce
- lay in my crib early in the morning and talk to myself
- smile constantly

In case you don't know what an impact I've had on this household, let me run the numbers by you:
- I've gone through approximately 1050 diapers
- I drink my way through one large canister of Enfamil a week
- Bottles: At ten a day, I've had about 1500 bottles. Now, Dr. Browns bottles are no joke- There are six different pieces to wash (including the cap), so that's approximately 9000 separate pieces to be painstakingly washed. ( Or in Dad's case, quickly rinsed). Never fear, I'm slowing down on the bottles, so my parents will get a well deserved break. They say that you love the ones you serve, so my parents must love me more than anything!