Smurf is 5 months old.
We've started daycare a few hours a day. Smurf enjoys it, but I am not as thrilled with their care as I was with my middle son. The baby room is a bit cold and all the kids are constantly crawling/toddling around with green boogers. Smurf is consequently suffering through a cold right now, with oodles of snot to make the Thanksgiving extra festive.
Smurf weighs a little over 20 lbs. He can roll from his back to his tummy like a champ and happily stays on the tummy for a while, playing with toys.
But then he gets really mad because he can't roll the other way, onto his back (at least not every time). He can also sit very well with support, and can even sit unsupported for a few seconds (then topples over on one side). As you can see, he has a bib perpetually attached to him since he drools and slobbers and spits incessantly.
As evidenced by orange stains on the bib, we have started feeding him solids. He eats dinner with us and is very excited about it. We've given him the "usual suspect" vegetables (sweet potatoes, carrots, squash, green beans) and some baby cereal. It's interesting how the recommended wisdom changes, and with each recommendation the pediatricians swear that it's the only way to go. With my first two kids, they said fortified cereal at 4-6 months (primarily to learn how to swallow and for iron and zinc, which the breastmilk is low on), other baby food after 6 months. Now they recommend vegetables and meat at 4 months, because meat has more iron and zinc (duh!) and cereal much later, if at all. When I was a first-time mom, I was too terrified to even consider deviating from the prescribed wisdom. Now I simply give Smurf whatever I see fit, which happens to be jar baby food (bad busy mommy) as well as cereal.
The older brothers adore Smurf beyond expectations -- they are constantly trying to engage him and get him to smile. My oldest handles (holds, carries) the baby pretty well and even watches him for short periods of time. The middle boy is loving but occasionally a bit rough with the little guy, who valiantly endures it all until he can't, so their "playtime" typically ends with some crying of both parties.
Smurf is a people person and very cuddly. He gives wonderful, slobbery, open-mouth kisses that melt my heart. He's made everything better.