





My mom and I are experiencing growing pains lately. I weight 10 pounds now, so my mom's arm is getting very strong. Meanwhile my tummy is being fussy so I'm beginning to grow into formula. My mom and I are both sad during this transition but TUMMY aches suck! I love being home-- I already roll over, pull my mom's hair and earings, and "climb" up my daddy's chest. Bath time is my best hour and my black and white mirrors make me goo!! Right now my mom is trying to teach me to self soothe-- though I'm not sure it's worth it because she cries when I do. So she is blogging to keep her mind busy. Here are some of my 5 week pictures... I think I'm adorable:)