Dear Sweet P,
You are now five months old. The clock on your first half-year of life is tick, tick, ticking away and this month has been a big one!
It started off with the whirlwind of your first airplane trip -- we went to Colorado so you could meet all our family there. You are a champion flier (so far!). On the ride out, you slept peacefully for four of the four-and-a-half hour flight snugly on my chest. On the way home, you were up a bit more, but content to watch Mason or nurse.
You can roll over easily both ways now, and regularly do. You don't like to play on your tummy, but you sure like to sleep on it, with your little tushie sticking straight up in the air. If you're not on your back, then you're on your side doing this adorable little pose that makes it look like you're running across your crib. (Note to mommy: capture this on photo!) You are a wiggle worm, in perpetual motion. Your hands or feet are always kicking or flailing. You love your toes. You eat them with regularity.
You are full of coos and babbles. You've giggled twice. You put EVERYTHING in your mouth. This makes me very nervous because big brother has approximately 4,000 little Lego pieces, 265 army guys and a selection of plastic-bagged toys.
You now eat solid food. We started with oatmeal (no rice cereal for you, my once-a-week-pooper, says the doctor.) You still poop about one day a week. Lately it's been Wednesdays. And it looks like guacamole. Must be your second food, the avocado, doing that to you. You're up to sweet potatoes, pears and bananas now. You make funny faces when you eat. Especially the first few bites of something new. I laugh.
Your hair is long enough that it gets in your eyes. I've started pony-tailing it. You have two looks. Straight-up and Alfalfa-like, or a little curl depending on whether it's wet when I put it up.
Your smiles and squeals are infectious. Right now, you're chilling on the bed behind me. Screaming in delight. Daring me to stare at the computer and now your cute self. We are buddies. We spend lots of time together while Mason is at school. We are inseparable. When we are not in our apartment, we are on the road -- you strapped snugly into the sling and perched on my chest. I love the way this feels, and think you do, too!
You love your Dad-O and your brother. You light up when Mason walks into the room. Sometimes you blink and flinch when he comes running toward you to smother you in kisses or 'zerbert' your tummy, but you love it -- and not so secretly. When Dad-O is around, you do this funny, very intent stare at him. As soon as he looks at you and smiles, you get coy, smirk and turn away. I love that, too.
I love you dear child!
Mamamamamamamama (that's how you say it ... I'm sure you know exactly who you're talking to when you babble that, right?)
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