My baby Enzo is a whopping five months old today. I can’t believe he’s only been in my life a little over two months, let alone remember what it was like before him. They grow up so quickly, don’t they?
Five months stats include weighing in at 6.4 pounds, losing most of his baby teeth, learning how to catch a ball, sit and kiss, and still humping my old junky Uggs at any opportunity I provide him with (which isn’t many). Other highlights include:
[Became a bonafide dare devil]
[Enjoyed his first beer]
[Took over the neighborhood]
[Discovered the joys of chirping birds and classical music]
[Mastered the art of napping]
[Became the best Valentine ever]
[Taught himself how to jump off the bed]
[Discovered the toilet paper roll]
[Made friends with a pig]
