24 weeks old. The third week of his fifth month. Sitting up almost completely on his own like a little gentleman. Eating cereal and green beans like a big boy.
Last night my sister-in-law was over and we were talking about how she wants to name her daughter (she's due in June) Alicia (Uh-lee-see-uh). My brother said that has too many syllables and my nephew says he's naming her Chloe so it doesn't matter. I told her and Ethan that it didn't matter what they named her because they wouldn't call her by her name that much anyway. For instance, I call Casey "Capood" to which Ethan replied "What's a Capood?" and I told him I had no idea. This made Ethan laugh a lot and prompted him to tell his mom "Your baby is a capood!" That made-up word came from a night when Casey was on the floor on his blanket after a bath and I told him he was a nude capood and thus the name stuck. I also call him Bean and Pea Pod and Friendly and Casey Bear. Nicknames are fun.