The Baby (I really need to come up with a better blog name for her) turned 5 months old a few days ago:
It makes me so sad because our life is finally starting to feel normal and it’s like I’m just realizing I have this precious baby. She’s been such a good baby that up until now she’s sadly been a distant after thought to the craziness of the big three.
She recently started getting up on her hands and knees and I just know she is going to be
going off to college crawling before I know it. Unless she keeps losing her balance and hitting her head on the wood floors. That can take a toll on a baby, ya know.
She’s such a perfect fourth child…she doesn’t even care if she’s being held by a sibling and is slowly sliding towards the floor or if I turn my back for
a second 10 minutes and return to find the dog making out with her.
Oh, and she looks at her siblings- who were on either side of me singing her name fourteen zillion times in a row through the shoot- like this: