Our Ostler Family: 5 months old

Monday, October 6, 2008

5 months old

My little Sophie is 5 months old already. I know it's cliche, but how time flies! It feels like she was born just a few days ago. Sophie is the sweetest, happiest, most content baby I've ever known. She is 13 lbs, 10 oz and 24 " long already. She just started eating rice cereal and a few baby foods. Messy, messy, messy, but we love it. Sophie still only has about 5 hairs on top of her head ... but I think they're getting longer!

2 comments:

Amanda said...: Sophie is adorable. I LOVE the messy food face! Max is cute, too - I can't believe how big he's getting.; October 7, 2008 at 11:59 AM
Kel said...: I show no bias whatsoever when I say that this is the cutest family in the history of all creation. ;) What a great blog too! Thanks for sharing!; October 7, 2008 at 12:28 PM

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Out of the Mouths of Babes

On Sunday morning, as we were getting dressed, Max saw his bag of night-time pull-up pants. He wanted very badly to put one on, but we told him that they were just for bedtime. A few minutes later he was poking around in the closet, next to the pull-ups again. "No Max," we said firmly. His reply, "I was just thinking about them dad. Puh-leeeeze!" He's only 3 1/2 years old! Where'd that attitude come from already!!
Last night Daddy was putting Max to bed and said, "Goodnight my little peanut." Max looked at him with a concerned face and said, "No Dad. I'm not a peanut, I'm Max!"
Max was being naughty so Dad took away his books. Max said, "No! Those are MY books." Daddy said, "No, those are my books.' After a long pause, Max said in a defeated voice, "Oh yeah, they're yours."
We were at the library and Max was playing with another little boy. I had to remind him to share the toys and he said, "I am sharing ... with ME!" The other mom standing there busted out laughing. The joys of a two year old!
A few days ago Max told a complete stranger, "Sophie drink milk from Mommy's boobie." Oh my, oh my, oh my.
Today Max was begging to go outside but I was busy feeding Sophie. In a very concerned voice he said, "but Mommy, I HAVE to go outside. The grass is berry firsty." He feels it is his sacred duty to water the grass all day long.
I opened the curtains when Max woke up from his nap and he exclaimed, "Mr. Sunshine came out! How it happen?!"