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Five Months...

- Lyla is now...11 pounds 4 ounces. Clearly this is not a great weight - we are working with her doctor to figure out why our girl remains so tiny. In the meantime, she's continued to get taller. At her appointment a couple of weeks ago she was 25 and 1/4 inches tall. Say prayers for little Lyla's tummy!

- She is still hangin' on in size 1 diapers! But, she has moved up in shoe size. Have you seen baby girl shoes? Oh my, they just make me smile.

- She is sooooo close to rolling completely onto her tummy. She gets about 75% of the way but then flops back over.

- Lyla still likes to sit or stand more than anything else. We're working on her sitting. Some of the emails I receive that tell you about milestones recommend padding the area around the baby because of consistent toppling over. So true! Just like all babies who are learning to sit, she looks great for a second and then wham!...over she goes!

- Her interest in the dogs continues to increase. We've started working on "pat pat the puppy" with her. She just thinks it's the greatest thing to pat them :-)

- Lyla is getting better about making it through church. She usually sleeps (or we get her to sleep) through the first half or so, then wakes up in time for communion. I think she knows that she'll get to "walk" around with dad.

- She's still not a napper. As I type this she's been in her crib dozing/fussing/cooing for a good 40 minutes. I promise she's not hungry, in pain, or in need of a diaper change. She'd just rather be up and busy! (Hmmm...family trait?!)

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