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five months

Dear Fife,

Three and four months went by without a word from me here, sorry, but there were plenty of words in your ears. And now, five months! Five months has you growling like a pirate, and giggling like a sweet little girl. Oscar calls you "our squirrel friend" and "cutie mootie" and hasn't stopped smothering you with snuggles, but you rarely mind. Lucy plies you with finger guns and jumping jacks; your face lights up whenever she comes around.

Also when Daddy walks into the room, or me; you have a fabulous open-mouthed smile that involves your cheeks and your eyes and a whole lot of tongue. And often growling, as I think I mentioned. I looked this up on the internet today, "my five-month old growls like a pirate," and wouldn't you know there was a whole community of mothers saying the same thing. One said her daughter growled so much she considered throwing her a pirate-themed birthday party when she turned one, which I am now putting on my list of things to maybe do.

You're sitting up for brief snippets of time now; you grab your feet now and roll side to side, but you haven't made it all the way over just yet. We fed you some bananas this week; you thought they were pretty good.

You love the water--we took you to the pool for the first time last weekend and you had a really good time. You splashed and floated on my shoulder, turning your head to feel the water in your eyes.

You're a fun one to have around!

We love you,
Mama

on the patio

"Goodbye, Mama! I'll see you on the patio! (That means I'll see you soon.)"

-Oscar, to me as he left for preschool this morning

portrait of fife in her daddy's hat (by oscar)

heard on the street

"She loves embroidering me with her slobbery kisses!"

-Lucy, on Fife before bedtime