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December 19, 2005
Monthly Newsletter: Month Five
Dear Dashiell,
Last week on Tuesday you turned 5 months old. How time flies.
In the past month you've rolled over from your belly to your back loads of times. I guess that that got old really fast, so you started rolling from your back onto your belly. At one point it seemed as though you'd given up entirely on the notion of rolling from belly to back, but then this week you decided to give it a couple of tries, even if it is old hat for a pro like yourself.
Now you roll all over the place during floor time. You spin around on your axis like a little compass. Sometimes your head is pointing North, sometimes South-East, and sometimes it's one leg facing West and the other facing East (ah, how I long for that kind of effortless flexibility again). You also amuse yourself from rolling from one side to the other via your back. I'm glad you're enjoying your floortime, it gives me little breaks so that I can do things like put on the laundry or load the dishwasher, mundane stuff that needs doing.
This month I've noticed that your hair is thicker on your head. It doesn't look any longer, so you still have that short-cropped baby look. At least the slightly increased thickness will help you now that the weather has turned so frigid. Last week the temperature dipped well below freezing, but you seemed to like being outside regardless, even with arctic winds blasting past your cheeks. Fortuitous timing was on my side as I purchased you a convertible snowsuit/bundlebag just on the day that the really cold weather kicked in. A bright red suit that kind of makes you look like a little lobster. Eventually I'll have to get a photo of that to show off to The Internet, which I'm sure you'll resent later on in life. Never fear, you'll eventually be able to do this to your own kids/godkids/potential nephews or nieces/whichever.
You're still sporting baby blues, though when the light strikes your irides I swear I can see some green or hazel peeking in from your dad's eye colour. It will be interesting following how your eye colour changes before it fixes itself sometime over the next year or so.
After I reported last month that you were a testy little feeder sometimes, whom I had to cajole or trick into eating, you subsequently decided to make me eat crow, and started latching on with a lot less trouble. It's a humble pie I'll gladly eat, because it makes us both happier all around. Maybe I should complain more about things that need fixing, and then you might automatically change? Ahhh, I wish.
Lots of doctor visits in the last 2 weeks of your fifth month and the first two weeks of December. You had 2 evaluations for Early Intervention, a visit with the geneticist and a visit with the pediatrician. You're still only a wee one, clocking in at 11lb14oz at the pediatrician's office, but you're still growing, and your head is still on the chart curve (well, the geneticist's Center for Disease Control chart, not the ped's formula manufacturer made chart), so the geneticist was happy to let us keep doing what we're doing.
You're still enjoying making us stand you upright, and you love to jump up and down and peddle your legs furiously when we do so along with the screeching and squealing that is your laughing.
Until next month!
Love,
Mama
Month 5 pictures are here.
Small pictures open up into larger versions.
Extreme close-up, testing the new camera:
Hmmm... this Bumbo thing might not be so bad after all:
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