My little guy is FIVE months old. Someone pinch me. The first baby went by fast, the second was faster, the third? It’s been a total blur. I know I always say it, but I feel like we just arrived home from the hospital. I feel like we just moved into our new house. And just like that, he is five months old. Weston is the sweetest baby. He is always smiling (unless he’s hungry) and he is much more laid back than my other two babies. I hope and pray he stays that way because I need a laid back babe amongst the high-strung ones. They get it honestly, bless their hearts.
Cactus Pants // Milestone Cards // Rug
At Weston’s 4 month appointment he weighed 15lbs. 1 oz. and I know he has gained a little more since then. He is my biggest baby. I love his rolls and how squishy he is! It makes me happy. He is very VERY attached to me right now, but I am sure that will change once we start using a bottle a little bit more with him which we are in the process of doing (more on this next week).
Weston loves playing in the floor with his toys. He rolls all over the place and he loves his brother and sister. They entertain him all the time and he watches and stares and laughs. It’s so cute.
Happy 5 months, little boy! Or, “baby boo” according to your sister.