Callum is almost 5 months old! He feels like he’s been in our lives forever!

Sleeping
Ever since Callum had the flu, he hasn’t been sleeping through the night. There was this delicious few weeks where he slept 9 to 10 hours straight. We’d put him to bed at 9pm and he’d wake up at 6am the next morning! But those days are long gone. For some reason he’ll wake up at 3am, or 2am, sometimes 4am for a late-night feed. Then again at 6am or 7am. Ugh. I’m grumpy all morning. We’ve been experimenting with all kinds of things. Putting him to sleep earlier. Waking him up for a play and feed before we go to bed. Not letting him sleep too much during the day. Tiring him out with some serious playtime before he goes to bed. But nothing seems to work. We’re going to try “doing nothing” next.

Food
Stuff Callum Has Eaten:
(1) Breastmilk
(2) Rice Cereal – It’s like mushy milk. He loves it!
(3) Apple – He only tasted it once. Judging by the look on his face, you’d have thought I fed him lemons. He couldn’t keep it down, so I skipped it and moved onto the next food.
(4) Pumpkin – Callum hates pumpkin! It’s hard work getting it into his mouth when he’s grumpy. But he’ll eat it when he’s hungry. It’s very cute to watch. I should take some pics.
(5) Carrot – I think Callum’s not sure about this one. Maybe because it’s orange like the pumpkin. But he’ll scoff it anyway.

Growth
I haven’t weighed Callum recently, but I judging from our last weighing appointment, he should be about 6.4kgs. Which is waaay too much for me to carry for long periods of time.
His eyes have stopped changing colour. It’s kinda settled down to a light blue grey-brown. He’s definitely chubbier all over. But not at michelin or sumo status yet. We think he might be teething too! Eeep!

Development
He can roll over from his back to his front!
He can roll over with a string of toys in one hand!
He giggles and laughs at my bed-sock puppet shows.
He always goes for the green toys.
He can burp all by himself now.
The word “bath” makes him all excited.
When he says “Ah-Goo”, my husband insists that he’s saying “An-Drew”.