five months

I’m a day late on this, but I have my excuses. Namely, the one for which this post is written. Anyway, here goes.

Weight: 22 lbs
Length: 28.5 inches
Clothing size: 18 months

Mr. Preston has had a rough month. He cut four teeth in three weeks. Yep, FOUR. Dude is a machine. He hasn’t handled teething as gracefully as the girls did. I didn’t know they were teething until I saw teeth. Preston, on the other hand, has suffered loudly. He’s been glued to me – nearly 24/7 – for weeks now. I really don’t mind this, as I love snuggling with my little boy, but his older sisters have been quite neglected by me as of late. Here’s hoping the teething gives him a break for a bit.

He continues his love of tummy time. He can push himself up into the push-up position. He likes to do this and then rock back and forth like a teeter totter. He can almost roll back to front. He can get his bottom half over, but can’t quite get that one arm out of the way to roll completely onto his tummy.

He loves his feet. As soon as he is put down on his back, his feet come up to meet his hands. Sometimes a toe makes it into his mouth.

He’s following in his sisters’ footsteps with his love of non-toys. With Kaylie, it was a fly swatter; Liliana, coat hangers; Preston, half-empty water bottles.

He’s a bouncy little dude. As soon as we introduced him to the Jolly Jumper, he started bouncing in our laps as well. He doesn’t want to sit, he wants to stand, but then he doesn’t want to stand, he wants to jump. A great arm workout that kid is. He gets some good air when he’s in that thing. It’s too bad he’ll only fit it for another six pounds.

Preston went swimming for the first time this past weekend and LOVED it. He couldn’t get enough. Noah had him “swimming” on his tummy, kicking his little legs, huge smile on his face. He’d put his face in the water, sputter a bit, and then start smiling again. Weird kid.

The milestone that Noah is most proud of this past month, which technically fell a day after his five-month birthday, is Preston’s first regular season Patriots game. They won. 38-24. (Their win meant that Noah didn’t rip off his jersey, throw it in the bedroom, and stomp off in a huff.) (Not that he’s ever done that.) Notice their matching “surprised” looks?

Next thing I know, Preston will be thumping his fists on the floor, yelling at the TV, and throwing his jersey around. Like father, like son.

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