Well what do you know! I am five months old already. Either time is going by really fast or I’ve been sleeping for most of the past few months. Oh wait, I HAVE been sleeping most of my life so far, haven’t I?
Being a four month old is so much responsibility. Babycenter sends mum newsletters telling mum that I should have rolled over on my stomach and probably roll back to the earlier position. Setting high standards for babies, these lame websites. Not that I haven’t rolled over. Yes, I did. But if I knew that I had to conform to some stupid norms states in a lame website, I would delay this rolling over business considerably. Oh well, now what is done, is done. So yeah, I finally rolled over. The first time I rolled over, mumma caught it on tape. And I was a tab bit on the edge of the bed. Mum still decided to shoot the rolling over cos how could I fall down when she is right there! Cut to one week later, when I was in the middle of one of my night slumber party feeds, I decided to do the rolling over (in my sleep) and I rolled right out of my mum’s lap and on to the floor. I won’t lie to you people, it hurt a lot. But five minutes of coddling, I was fine and then I made goo-goo eyes at mumma and papa who looked like they had just been smacked in the face by a truck. Mumma vowed to be extra careful that day on, cos well, every night after that I have rolled over in my sleep. So that’s new.
This month, I took my first nap in the crib and I kind of enjoyed it. I sleep in my crib more often and I seriously enjoy it more than mumma and papa’s bed. It’s sturdier, flatter and allows me to play freely. The bed with its dips and waves is just not for me.
I recognise papa now. Everytime he comes home from office and calls me, I greet him with a huuuge smile. Why wouldn’t I? He makes me sooo happy and makes me play on his belly. Mumma is fun too, but she is ALWAYS around. A little change in the form of papa is wee fun.
This month, I did a lot of things for the first time.
I now enjoy tub baths. Mumma got this tub with bather from firstcry and I love it. She says she will review it soon. Let us add one more to her pending list of posts!
I sat in my rocker chair while Mumma cooked when the maid decided to bail on us.
I have now started sleeping on my side and I love it!
Went to three new restaurants this month. Like I sais earlier also, I sense a pattern.
Mumma started working out and I flap my legs wildly when she does. I enjoy it thoroughly.
I now move around on the bed a LOT! SO hello, fort of pillows.
I spend more time playing on the play mat on my own. But when it does get boring, I scream bloody murder.
I now roll over in my sleep which is wee fun but that messes with my sleep and that is so not cool. What do I do? I cry ofcourse!
I also had my naming/christening function and I am named Kiara Genevieve Yashika Dadala. Phew. I know that’s long. But I respond only to Yashika so that will stick. Popular theory has it that mumma is a photographer so she decided to name me Yashika. NO! I was named Yashika cos Kundali, Nakshatra and all that jazz bro. Having said that, I need to get clarity on this. For the last time guys. It’s YASHIKA. With the K. Not C as in Yashica. I hope that is sorted once and for all.
Mum cut her own hair at home. Though she was really pleased with the results, now she wants even shorter hair and will have to head to a salon. I will obviously accompanying her when does go, but whether or not I will throw a tantrum depends on my mood and how much mumma pampers me early on. I also met a LOT of people over this month who keep insisting to pick me up. Honestly, what is the deal with that! Maybe I’m just too cute. Then, I scream and throw a tantrum and all the cuteness honestly is pushed down the drain and I am returned to my mumma. Works every single time! I also got vaccinated. I was administered the third dose of a single vaccine and there was no fever in the aftermath. Yay to that. Mumma has started writing letters to me and to be honest, I do not get most of them now. Hopefully, I will understand them in a few years but I have heard people say they are good. I cannot wait to read and make sense of them. Now I am five months old, time for daily milestones and daily achievements. But also, time to give mumma no breathing space whatsoever. Now that I am rolling over and am on my fours already, I feel like crawling soon. Let’s see! I’ll be back with my monthly update next month unless you want to hear from me often. Do tell me if you want me to come back earlier. And I will. Until next month, Cheers! Baby Hashtag