Five Months

Patrick,
You are getting old buddy! Five months. We just love you to pieces. Your squeals, grunts, the way you attack your food, the way you stare at Elise like you think she is the coolest thing in the world, your big smile, your giggles. You do have a look that has become known as the classic Patrick. It is like you are in a stare down with everyone and everything. Or, you are just in complete amazement at everything you see.  Grandma thinks you are going to be a Pope because you are so serious. As serious as you may be, it does seem like you are loving life.
You are getting chubbier. You eat avocado, peas and rice cereal. It is fun to introduce you to new foods because you certainly like to gobble them up.
You have mastered putting your own pacifier into your mouth. Although, half the time we look at you it is crooked or upside down and covering your nostrils. We don't know how you can breathe that way but at least you are happy.
You are starting to get very difficult in the bathtub. You love it,  but you are constantly moving and trying to roll off of your sling over into the water. When we put you into the blue infant bath you just keep bucking up until your legs are coming out of the tub and your face is almost down in the water. I have to hold you still the entire time and then you get mad. I miss the days when you would just chill.
Speaking of rolling...you are certainly on the move. If you have the right motive you can get pretty far. You mostly roll but you can definitely get your butt in the air and scoot yourself a little bit. Elise better enjoy her independence right now because I have a feeling you are about to start to follow her all over the place.
One of my most favorite memories about you right now is when I come to get you out of the car. I have been putting you in hats a lot so you get used to wearing them for the summer. One of the hats is a little blue hat and for some reason it always turns to the side. So, when I open the door you are looking at me with this very serious face but you look like a goofy little homie with your crooked hat. It never fails. So cute. Thanks for bringing your daddy, Elise and me so much joy!