Jacoby is Five Months Old!

Happy five month birthday little guy.  In spite of your brother's rough handling of you, you have made it through another month.  

Case in point.

I don't worry about Justice carrying you, he is very responsible when he is holding you and toting you around, but Jack?  Sheesh.  

Me:  "What are you DOING?"

Jack:  "Carrying Jacoby to the kitchen."

Me:  "How do you plan on getting him over the dog gate?"

Jack:  "I'm not sure yet, I'll tell you once I get him on the other side."

No, I did not let him carry you to the kitchen.  But lots of times I don't catch him until it's too late.  Yesterday for example... You were asleep on the floor in the living room and I was in the shower.  I heard you wake up and start screaming, but never fear, Jack to the rescue!  Jack picked you up, walked you in my room and said "your baby won't stop screaming, here you go!" and hurled you onto the bed.  Then Jack went back to whatever he was doing.  Needless to say, that did not help you stop screaming.

In other words little guy, you are lucky to be in one piece, and it's a good thing you are a sturdy little feller.

In spite of the rough treatment, you love your brothers (Dos Bubbies is what I call them in plural form) and boy do they love you.  Jack even calls you "Sugar Pie" if you can believe it.  I always have to tell him to back up and give you some room to breath.  He kisses you at least 20 times a day.   He's lucky he didn't get the nasty bug you had this month.

You were sick for two weeks with a really awful intestinal virus.  You lost four pounds, and have only gained a couple back.  You were miserable while you were sick, and I was a zombie.  You slept horribly and I felt really bad for you.  And me.  I was exhausted.  Jack had a sinus infection at the same time and things were rough around our house for about a week with both of you sick.  Times like those make me thankful to be a stay at home Mom.  

You were also a grouchy teether for most of the month.  You chewed on everything, and were really fussy.  Well, up until last week, when your bottom teeth finally cut through and now you are back to your happy self, only with two new sharp chompers.

This picture perfectly depicts your demeanor for most of month.  Puking, diarrhea, and sore gums.  

You love to eat.  You no longer like peas.  I don't blame you, they are gross.  I can't even imagine how they are when they are all smooth and stuff.  Ack.  

This is you, trying to scrape the peas out of your mouth in between gagging.  Very dramatic.

You have decided you no longer like the swing.  This is how you act when I put you in the swing.  Again, just a little unnecessary dramatics to get your point across.

You love to hug stuff.  Jack also used to like to hug stuff, and now he is addicted like crack to his "B".  You are headed in the same direction my friend.  You will snuggle with anything.  Large stuffed animals, dolls, whatever.  

Your most favorite thing to snuggle is a burp-rag, which is a plain old-school white cloth diaper.  No no, it was never used for a diaper, I buy them only to use as burp rags.  You love it so much you won't go to sleep without it, so I have to let you fall asleep and then take it from you so you won't smother yourself with it during your sleep.

Speaking of sleep.  You win the award for the first kid to make Mama buy and use a baby monitor.  Until you, I'd never had one before.  Yes, really.  I figure when a kid cries loud enough for me to hear them, I'll go get them.  

And then you came along and decided that you like to sleep like THIS.

Yes, that's it.  Face completely down in the crib, your nose and mouth smashed up against the mattress where it appears no air gets into your lungs whatsoever. YES, of course I put you down on your back, but now that you roll all over the place, you do as you choose and sleep just like this.  You left me no choice, I had to buy the monitor.  Now I can hear you breathing, which is pointless when I'm asleep, but it makes me feel a little bit better.  

Your Dad is still not liking your clothes.  He said something pretty funny to you the other day after church...

Dad:  "Don't worry buddy, winter is almost here and you can put all these ridiculous outfits away."

Oh, poor Daddy.  Apparently he doesn't understand that there will be more of the ridiculous outfits come fall and winter, just with longer sleeves and pant legs.  Just wait till he sees the fancy holiday outfits you have.  He will be thrilled.  

You are sitting up pretty well on your own, but not well enough that you won't faceplant after a few minutes.  You are also VERY smiley, as long as the flash on the camera doesn't go off.  Once that happens, picture time is over.  

I don't know what Dad's beef is with your cute clothes.  You look pretty handsome to me.  

You aren't crawling yet, but it won't be long.  You scoot with your lower body and then get mad because it hurts your face.  Funny how that happens, huh?

You love this quilt.  I love this quilt.  I hate to even put you on it, but I promised Brother and Sister Collier that we would USE the quilt.  And you love it, it's your favorite thing for tummy time.  You love the colors and shapes.  You grab, rub and pull on every part of it.  It's pretty entertaining for you. 

Drool.  Yak.

We all love you so much.  You are a spoiled rotten mess of a boy, but we wouldn't have you any other way.

Until next month sweet little buddy.