Another month has flown past. Otis is now five months old and, I think, has mostly caught up to his non-preemie peers. He's laughing and grasping at toys, he rolls over. His favorite things are his sister and listening to patty-cake and the Wheels on the Bus. I just had to go through his box of clothes to find ones that fit, and we came up with a bunch of wintery things that I didn't think he would fit into until summer. But wouldn't you know it, we live in Wisconsin, where the weather sucks and is cold and rainy until June. Lucky for us!