Another month seems to have whooshed by without me feeling like I've had a chance to draw breath. Five months, can it really be? Somewhere in the haze of this month we seem to have got ourselves back into a rhythm of sorts. Slowly, but surely, eight calls for 'room service' overnight became six and then four and then two. I had grand plans of Emilia sleeping through the night when she cracked that magic 6kg mark, but after having got to the other side of what felt like a marathon of hourly (!) wake-up calls I'm happy with my two calls a night. Two I can handle. Two is sanity.
And with more sleep comes more time to play. More giggles, more tummy time and some very determined (but not yet successful) attempts to roll. Any day now she's going to muster up the courage to move her legs just that little bit further and let herself roll. Any day now she'll be starting to move.
Emilia at: four months, three months, two months, one month