I called her a giant.
I'm really glad I made myself blog updates for K at different stages. It helps me realize that things sucked when she was 4 months old, too. Last night I was up with Luke at 3:30 thinking, "What the heck made me think I could manage two of these? I was doing good to manage one. I'm not going to survive this..." Today, after going back and reading the post about K at 4 months I have to say I feel better about things. I don't think it's any worse this time around, and I survived it before, and she turned out pretty funny, so... Maybe there's hope!
That said, Luke's becoming quite a bit more alert. He's taken an interest in things around him, especially people. He hasn't shown an aversion to any grandparents yet, so I'm counting that as a positive. He demands attention now and at times will only be happy if you sit and talk to him so he can talk back. He likes his new saucer although he's a bit suspicious of some of the animals on it. He is less suspicious and more enamored of his feet. Well, his right foot anyway. It's fascinating. And he's pretty convinced he can eat a bottle and suck his thumb at the same time. I'm not entirely sure he can't. Another favorite past time is playing peekaboo, which means he can pull anything over his eyes and then fling it off. He thinks that's pretty darn funny.