Five Months: Stella

Yesterday, Stella turned five months old. Wes and I spent the day cleaning out closets and discovered that this girl had so many outfits that she didn’t even have a chance to wear all of them. Spoiled, she is.



This month Stella started to sit up. She gets bored on her stomach and back and demands to be standing or sitting. Sometimes we can distract her with toys but she is quickly ready for something new. I googled “fussy five month old” and found a lot of people lamenting the same thing: nothing is entertaining for too long. There’s so much to see and do and the poor babies can’t get to where all the cool stuff is going down, which is certainly not what they happen to be doing. We spend a good portion of the day moving from one activity to the other to keep Stella amused. She loves jumping up and down, whether in the play yard or on Wes’ lap. Her feet must be moving at all times! She’s at the stage where everything must go in her mouth. Fingers, hands, toys, books, even Tsunami. We’ve spent all this time trying to stop Tsunami from licking Stella and now we’re going to have work hard to keep Stella from shoving fistfuls of Tsunami fur into her mouth.

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And speaking of Tsunami, it seems she’s finally come around to this little baby. This month, for the first time, Tsunami came running upstairs when Stella was having a particularly hard time getting down for a nap. She sat quietly next to me while I patted Stella’s bum to get her to calm down. When it’s bath time Tsunami tries to get in on the action, even though you have to drag her upstairs for her own bath. Sometimes during the day I’ll realize that Tsunami’s not downstairs and I’ll find her napping outside of Stella’s room while she sleeps. Stella has started to pet Tsunami, though it’s more of a grabbing motion, and Tsunami is a good sport when she pulls a little to hard on her ears or drops a large bit of slobber on her back.



Her eyes are still blue and we’re both hoping they stay that way. I’m not sure how it happened that I had a blue-eye gene to pass on but there it is. She still smiles when we go into her room first thing in the morning, happy as a clam to start the day and it’s easily the best part of my day, seeing how happy she is to see me. She drools constantly and we have to keep bibs on her when we go out, as well as back up bibs for when the first one soaks through. People keep saying she’ll be getting teeth soon but I don’t see anything in there yet. While Wes was playing with Tsunami in the backyard one night I brought Stella out and put her feet in the grass. She started jumping up and down and making excited noises that we’d never heard before. Sometimes while we’re playing on the floor inside she’ll look outside with a sort of longing, like she wishes she could be out there. We’re still testing sun screen but hopefully soon we can spend more time with our feet in the grass.

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She laughs and smiles and is incredibly vocal about so many things. The other day Wes came home from work and said he could hear her chatting from the carport. Sophie the giraffe is quickly becoming a favorite toy, along with rattles and, well, anything that can fit in her tiny little mouth. Every day she gets a little more independent and it’s amazing to watch her change so quickly. One minute she can barely keep her body still while leaning against me and the next she’s sitting up all by herself. She hates tummy time and mostly just flails her limbs wildly, screaming to be saved, but I know crawling is right around the corner. And solid food. And first steps. And the list goes on.

Five months in and I think we’re doing okay. There are more smiles than there are tears. More laughing and more learning. I can’t wait to see what happens this month.


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