Dear Silas,
Today you are five months old! Holy sheet. Life is a little crazy right now, but you are happy as a clam. (what exactly does that phrase even mean? are clams happy? how can you tell? i'll have to google it). We are getting ready for a big move in just two short weeks. We're
This month you've become even more vocal. You really enjoy grunting, or humming, papa and I aren't really sure what sound you're making, but it's funny. You also love doing this thing your papa calls 'the buffalo'. It's where you're standing up and then you bend forward at the hips resting your head on whoever is holding you. Your butt sticks out and it's too cute. You are still a champion nurser, and although we haven't been to the doctor lately, you are gaining weight and growing like a weed. Everyone thinks you are the cutest and they love the little curl right in the middle of your forehead. As far as sleeping goes, you're rocking it right now. Mama and gramma have taught you well. I won't get too excited though, as I'm sure a sleep regression is in order sooner than later. You've got a mean grip and like to pull hair, others as well as your own. Still no teeth. This month has been shit, but you are our light. We love you forever.
xo, mama