Level 5

Which makes sense, since you've just closed out month number 5.

You have successfully conquered:
Rice Cereal
Pears
Applesauce
Peaches
Sweet Potatoes
Squash
You are most certainly an eating MACHINE! You haven't made one ucky face yet and that makes daddy and I very excited. We're hoping that this trend continues as we introduce you to more flavors and textures. At this rate you'll be gnawing your way through meals in no time. Well that is if you can manage to get yourself a decent set of chompers. So if you can work on the tooth part- I'll work on more tasty recipes. : )

FIVE months

You've been here for quite some time now, and I'd like to take a moment to thank you for that.
To show my appreciation I've started planning your birthday party: you're welcome. You're still stuffy and I still hate it. But whateves. Hopefully the new doctors can help me get to the bottom of that. I don't know your stats because there's no well baby check this month. But we did go to see them several times for sick visits- at one point you were 21lbs 3oz so I shudder to think what you are now. You're still in 6-9m clothing but some of it is getting tight and some of the long sleeved shirts had to be forced in to early retirement because they looked like 3/4 length sleeves on you.
Now for the fabulous:

Margaret CAN:

• ROLL! [back to front]
• sit up for short periods of time UNASSISTED!
• hold her own bottle [if she feels like it]
• get the CORRECT end of a spoon in to her mouth

Margaret likes:

• the Veggie Tales theme
• BOO!
• The Princess and the Frog
• apples and peaches!
• water!
• hanging upside down
  

Margaret does not like:

• Veggie Tales, odd no?
• having her nose wiped
• having her nose sucked
• not having control of the remote
• people who won't share cups

Daddy keeps giving you cups with water in them. He holds on to them- but you drink from them with his help. This makes for a very sad you when I'm home alone with you and you want me to share... my rootbeer. I'm just not down with that.

I suppose it's worth mentioning

You love peaches. Which is amusing to me because I hate them. I threw them up several times while pregnant. I couldn't even stomach the terrible fake tasting peach yogurt.

I'm curious to see how you feel about our continuing adventures as we head in to vegetable land next week.

Toofs x 2, apparently

It wasn't one tooth. It was 2. Which could explain why you were SUPER mad. And why the chomping hurt so much.

Apples!

You have leveled up dearheart.
You made it a week eating pears with no upsets. This pleases me. Mostly because now this means that you can start apples. I'm hoping that you like them. I'm mostly certain you will- I was eating 2-4 apples a day while pregnant because that was the only thing that would keep nausea at bay. So it is my sincerest hope that you love them so, otherwise this whole food trying thing isn't going to be much fun for you.

One more thing...

Along with your first tooth, you got your first taste of pears tonight. I'm not sure if it was the texture or the slightly sour of it all, but you did make a few funny faces. Which ever it was that caused the face was not enough to stop you. You gobbled up the 1-ish oz I had in the bowl and you certainly thought there should be more.

Either way, I hope you don't hate them; we've got another 4 days of them twice a day!

TOOFS!

Well, to be fair, we can't see it. But you most certainly cut one. Dad and I can not only feel the hole in your mouth but we can also feel the SHARPANDPOINTY! that lies beneath.

So now I must ask you, ever so sweetly, please don't start biting.

It took so much restraint not to scream.

You rolled over. I've been waiting for this for what seems like YEARS. I know that that thought is ridiculous. But whatever, again, h-y-p-e-r-b-o-y-l-e. Deal with it.

I had to clasp my hands to my mouth and sit up. I was afraid I'd scream and you'd get startled and stop. I'd been waiting long enough for this that I had to learn to be silently excited. You may or may not know how hard that is for me depending on how old you are when you read this.