Annestyne Nova is 5 months!

Another month. Every time I post these monthly updates that's what I think of.. Another month. You don't reLly think of how fast life filed until you have children.

Annestyne is really growing.

Annestyne is now 15lbs 8oz!

She is still exclusively breastfed, which is so so so amazing! No real interest in solids yet (yup, we're skipping the purées!). BLW (baby led weaning) is what we have chosen to do with Annestyne. Solid foods, nor purée are needed for a breastfed baby until a year. Annestyne will be introduced to solids when she starts to show signs of interest in solids :)

AT FIVE MONTHS OLD ANNESTYNE....

❤️ giggles out loud!

❤️ blows raspberries

❤️ imitates sounds

❤️ grasps toys (when she wants)

❤️ loves eating her fingers

❤️ is a slobber bucket

❤️ is TEETHING

❤️ STILL loves being swaddled

❤️ loves to eat her Taggie

❤️loves boobies

❤️ scoots on her butt while laying down

❤️ rolls up on her sides!

❤️hates napping, she's a cat napper.

❤️ loves her brother

❤️ wears 9 month clothing.

❤️ clip bows finally fit in her hair

❤️ she FINALLY likes her bouncy

❤️ LOVES the outdoors

❤️ loves being worn

First wear in the WAHM RS!

Slowly warming up to the Bumbo!

Giggle butt!

Kisses from big brother!

Canpground!

First robins hip carry!

First double hammock!

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