Shazam...suddenly he's 5 months old. And looking more and more grown up!
For comparison, here is Papillon at 5 Months (and yes, Triton does that same lip-thing that Papillon is doing in the final picture). And here is Hibou at 5 months. They all look alike, but Triton is definitely favoring a resemblance to Papillon.
At 5 months, Triton...
....is really long. I don't have his measurements, but he is definitely a tall boy. We'll find out at 6months just how tall, but for now, he's solidly in 6 month clothes....except for footed pajamas which I really need to switch to 9 month, because we're really stretching them out.
....goes to bed around 8. Gets up anywhere between 6 and 7:30. Most nights he has 2 snacks in between that, and goes right back down. Though there are some nights when he wakes up in the dead of nights convinced that it's morning. You can tell because he wakes up talking happily. That's never a good sign. That means you can try and put him back down, but he just wants to play and be held! Fortunately this is not the norm, and hopefully that will start happening less and less.
...naps...sometimes. Haha. We're in a 20-minute nap stage. So we try and get at least 3 in. Some times he gives me one longer nap (say 45 mins to an hour). Still his best naps happen when he's laying on the sofa and life keeps going on around him. The quiet of his bedroom is apparently not his favorite.
...is exclusively breastfed still and shows zero signs of being interested in food. Except that he gnaws on his fist all the time, but I think that's more a teething thing.
...doesnt have any teeth yet, but they must be coming! He slobbers like crazy and chews (hard!) on everything.
....is a very social little boy. He loves to watch what people are doing and prefers there to be a fairly high level of activity around him. Sometimes when he's upset, Papillon will dance for him and, oddly enough, it works. As long as she keeps dancing in front of him, he's happy.
...is very smiley and loves to laugh. We've recently found his tickle spots. One night it was right in the middle of his belly. He was like the Pilsbury Dough Boy; poke his belly, and he cracked up.
...does have some very very very crabby afternoons. I usually blame gas. It generally strikes in the afternoon and it makes him inconsolable. No nursing, entertaining, etc will soothe him. Poor chap. I'm trying to figure out if his gas is linked to something I eat. But to no avail so far.
He's such a cute and we love him to pieces!
(Even when sleeping is rough....)
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