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Meadow @ 5 Months

Our little baby girl is growing up. She's now five months old.


I'm pretty sure Meadow went through a growth spurt recently. She seems much bigger to me. Everyone else thinks she's pretty small for her age. Especially her head size.


She can push up on her body when she's on her stomach and pushes herself backwards. She's really trying to crawl.

She still can't roll from her front to back.

She still likes waking up every 2-3 hours at night.


She's learned to arch her back when she's in the swing and ends up falling out.


She goes to bed anytime between 8:30 and 11.

Sometimes she doesn't want to leave us.


Her bald spot is getting bigger. Her hair in front is getting longer.




People still think she's a boy if she's not wearing pink.


She's on cloth diapers full time now and its going pretty well.

Brooke likes blowing homemade bubbles at Meadow.

She doesn't really get it.

She actually pays attention to books when we read them.

She loves to shout, grunt, eat her toes, put everything she can get her hands on in her mouth, she's happiest when she's naked, giggles when she's tickled.


She's even getting close to sitting up on her own.

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Amanda said…
I love the jacket!

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