3 days shy of 5 months.
Pup is almost 5 months old. He breaks into a gummy grin whenever I even look at him, does a happy squirm when I ask him if he wants to eat (“mam-mah?”), and laughs when I laugh or flash him a smile. The past week has been a series of bad news and general mental, emotional gloom. And he’s been the little smile of my day.
He’s also trying to crawl. Pulls up on all fours and is trying to rock on them, launch himself forward, scoot forward on all fours. How are we at that stage already? Time is going too fast with you, Pup. Too fast.