The Froggy turned 5 months old last weekend.
Oh. Mai. Gawd.
When did this happen?! When did he go from newborn to chubby smiley rollypolly baby?! Yeah. I have no idea either.
Some fun five month facts:
The Froggy is 16lbs now … and 26″ long (such a big boy!).
He’s reaching for toys, and holding on to some things (he loves his taggies!). He is also a big fan of looking in the mirror at himself … which he gets from his Daddy.
He is at my most favoritefavoritefavorite baby age … when they’re cuddly, and sweet, and just want to roll around on the floor and grab their feet all day long.
And just for kicks (and because I can’t help myself), a comparison of the Mouse and the Froggy:
I see a lot of similarities, and a lot of differences. What do you think?
The Mouse continues to be an awesome big brother. He dotes over the Froggy just as much as I do … and when I’m busy with the Froggy he goes and gets his baby doll so we can take care of babies together. It’s super adorable! That being said, he is NOT a happy camper when the Froggy wakes him up in the middle of the night … say, 330am.
From one room:
‘MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! BABY BROTHER WOKE ME UP!!!!!!!!!!’
From the other:
‘WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Fussfussfussfussfuss. WAHHHHHHHHH! Fuss. WAHHHHHHHH!’
From our room:
‘OMG why did we have have kids again? We should have just bred Dachshunds or something.’
From the first room:
‘DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! BABY BROTHER STILL WAKIN’ ME UP!!!’
So, you know. At least we’re all miserable together at some point during the night.