Sunday, April 28
Wilf is Five Months
You are one noisy boy. All day long, you chatter away, most of the time really loudly. In the middle of the night you wake for a feed, then when your belly's full, you lie between me and your dad for at least half an hour just shouting to yourself. You blow a lot of raspberries. You make noises to attract our attention so you can give us one of your big dribbly, gummy grins.
This month, you have found your laugh. It is utterly delightful. You chuckle and guffaw your way through many a thigh squidge, belly raspberry and underarm tickle every day. You find a bit of loud 'Boo'-ing quite hilarious, as well as being lifted up really high in the air.
You can grab all sorts of things these days, most of which you drop or bonk yourself on the nose with. Your favourite things to grab are the metal bowl from the weighing scales (although you're not so keen on the clattering noise it makes when it falls) and whatever book I'm trying to read to the girls at bedtime (or if you can get hold of the bookmark you'll have a good old chomp on that).
Apart from that, it's baby business as usual. Lots of milk, naps, furious leg kicking, dribbling, cooing and generally being a big bundle of gorgeousness. I'm so glad you're here.
Lots of love,