It's been quite a month! As I type this, for the first time, you aren't asleep on my chest. Instead, you're sitting up by yourself on the floor beside me, chewing on the top of your shape sorter after having dumped all the pieces out. I can't believe you're already 5 months old, and yet you seem even older with everything you're doing. And it certainly seems like you've always been here since I can't imagine life without you.
Thankfully, the four-month-wakeful is behind us, and you often sleep 10.5-11.5 hour stretches in your crib at night (though you still just as often wake up once or twice, though never for long). Now, your latest stunt is refusing bottles halfway through, which leads to maternal anxiety as I wonder whether you're getting enough. You seem to be doing just fine, though, as those numbers on the scale continue to rise (15 lbs. 6 oz. as of last night!).
Your babbles, yawns, and sighs still make us laugh, and your giggles and belly laughs make our days. My favorite part of the morning is coming into your room right when you wake up and having you grin up at me with a look of pure joy. You are such a happy baby, and my heart swells every time a stranger comments on your sweet disposition or your adorable appearance (especially the hair).
We are so privileged to be your parents, and I hope we will always remember that, even when you're slamming doors in teenage angst. For now, I'll just savor these cuddles and snuggles while I can still get them.
Love,
Mommy
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