So on my 5 month birthday I finally decided to roll over a bazillion times, now that I'm home with mommy I'll keep her wondering by just being content on my back and belly. Here are a few of my very favorite things:
bathtime.
snuggling in bed with mom.
my bumbo chair.
grandpa being rough with me.
daddy rubbing his face on my belly.
mommy kissing me neck.
riding in my bob stroller.
my flower head toy.
attention. attention. attention.
My grandpa tells me I'm the happiest baby in the world, as long as I'm getting the attention I need. Grandma tells me I'm the prettiest little thing she has ever seen. I finally have to sleep in my own room. I'm not a huge fan. The first night mommy put me in the crib I screamed in the middle of the night because it wasn't comfy. Mom lasted about 5 minutes before she came sang to me back to sleep. She says people tell her to let me "cry it out" she tells me that's pile of crap. The next time she made me a more comfortable bed then I decided to sleep through the night like I usually do. Mom and dad were quite relieved. My mommy gets really sad that I have to sleep in my own room now, she liked me in the pack and play next to her bed. I think daddy likes me in my own room, he gets a better nights rest and so do I not listening to him roll around all night. That's all for now.
