Tedimundo is five months old.
Five months old and 19 pounds and 5 ounces.
We're still kind of amazed at what a chunk he is. But we love, love, love his rolls of chub. It's all so kissable and adorable.
This past month has been an interesting one. As you all know, he got the chickenpox, which was sad and it took forever to lose all the scabs. He still has pink spots all over his smooth skin, but they seem to be fading. He met his California cousins and aunties and uncles. He met his Ye-Ye and Lai-Lai who came to visit from Taipei. He met Cheryl, and Jenny and Ben and little William--who is just four days older than he is. He went swimming for the first time, felt grass and trees for the first time and went on his first road trip (up to the Grand Canyon. More on that later?).
He's gotten much sturdier at sitting up. He can now do it without the help of his hands, and his side to side movement is decreasing every time he sits. Which is a lot now. He loves songs, especially if they have hand motions that you help him do. Oh how he loves his hands! And anyone else's hands he can get into his mouth. He's also found his toes and loves them almost as much as his hands. If we put him on his back, feet go up and his pudgy little hands grab the toes. He's successfully gotten the toes into his mouth a handful of times and I laugh so hard every time that he drops them and tries to figure out what I'm laughing about.
His little hands grab everything. Every. Thing. And of course everything goes right into his mouth. He gnaws away on his hands, or my hands, or dad's hands. And all of his cute toys. And his burp cloths. He loves chewing on his burp cloths. Maybe because they smell like sour milk?It's so cute how much more motor control he has, but how far he still has to go.
He's also started loving bath time, thanks to some changes we made. He'll splash and splash and even holds his head up to get his hair washed.
He is my pretty constant companion, almost permanently slung on my hip or in the Ergo. He graduated from the infant insert and still sleeps in it--thankfully! He sleeps incredibly well at night, and has even successfully fallen asleep in his crib on his own a handful of times. (After he's nursed far too long, and still wasn't asleep.)
After some tummy time set back, thanks to the chickenpox and a lot of visitors, he's spending a lot more time on his tummy. Or doing double tummy time on Dad's tummy. He still has no desire to roll over, he'd rather just hang out on his back with his feet in the air. He's just so sturdy on his back or tummy, why move?
But move he does. Constantly. His little feet are always kicking. And have been since his time in the womb. His arms are always happy flapping, trying to fly somewhere. As you can see from most of his pictures, there is always motion. Stationary motion.
And we love every little thing about this little wonder of a boy.
And as an added bonus, two days before his mesaversary, he distinctly said "mama". Not exactly to me or at me or in reference to anything but he got the two sounds out. Jenny can back me up on this one. It was sooo cute!
