5 months old

Our little Silas sure is getting big these days. He is five months old already and we are loving every second of it. He is the best little guy. I couldn't believe the other night our friend's daughter, Alex (who is 12, I think), wanted to hold him and he spent the entire evening just sitting with her. He got sleepy, fell asleep on her lap, and woke up with her and never even made a sound. It amazes me because I remember being embarrassed when people would ask to hold my girls and I would hand them over only to have them returned a few minutes later because they were crying or cranky.

Silas especially loves to lounge in the tub as long as I can keep him from getting water dumped on his head. His sisters love to help wash him and kiss and love all over him when he is in such close proximity. It won't be long before we won't be able to fit all three in the tub at the same time. He still nurses exclusively though he is easily distracted and not near as interested as he used to be. We have tried him on puffs once but he wasn't overly impressed with them yet. He just started sleeping in his bed all night (he previously slept mostly in the swing) and has done really great with the transition. He usually will sleep from 8 to 8 with two feedings. I actually really don't mind getting up and feeding him in the night because I love the time I can spend rocking him and reading my kindle. I possibly will allow him those night time feedings for a long time to come. He just rolled for the first time yesterday and is working on sitting though he can't quite keep his balance yet.

 In other news, Jake and I had what Jake is calling "our worst night in parenting" last week thanks to Leah and her little stomach virus. I was nursing Silas about 1 AM and I heard Leah start crying. Jake went in there to see if he could help her and I heard a loud thump that I knew did not sound good. So when I heard Jake yell that he need me I quickly burped Silas and put him back to sleep. When I walked into the hallway I saw Jake standing there holding Leah. She was literally dripping poop and blood on the carpet. I guess she had awoken because of some diarrhea and when Jake went in to get her she ran into the railing of her bed and gave herself a nose bleed. She was such a mess I dumped her in the bath tub and did my best to clean her up. I put on a fresh diaper and fresh jammies and put her in front of the TV while Jake and I changed the sheets and started laundry. With that done, Jake jumped in the shower while I took Leah back to bed. As I was holding her and singing to her in her room, though,  her pacifier came shooting out followed by the contents of her stomach. I went running to the bathroom with her where Jake was in our only shower. I told him that I needed in there right now. And he responded that he had gotten some poop on his shirt and really needed a shower. Then he peeked out and saw me standing there covered in vomit and decided he would relinquish the shower after all. So, I showered Leah again and myself too put her in another new diaper, and more clean jammies and tucked her poor exhausted self into bed.

Here is our little sicky. She liked to sit Silas's swing when she didn't feel good.

Since then, though, she gotten over her sickness and has been the happiest little thing! We figured out that she has been having quite a rough year so far with adjusting to having a baby brother, having multiple viruses, an unidentified itchy rash (that we found out was a detergent allergy), and four new teeth. We are hoping and easy summer is ahead of her.