This morning I woke up at 5 a.m. and automatically glanced at the monitor to check on you and your sister. You were still and snoozing, but there was a shadow that looked like you might have pulled your lovey blanket over your face. I crept quietly down the hall for a peek, but it was just your little monkey lovey, draped over your arm and cuddled close, not over your face at all. You were sleeping so peacefully and I lingered for a bit to take you in -- those dreamy eyelashes, your sweet fists clenched tight around Monkey, the soothing up-and-down breathing that's so unique to a baby. And then your size which seems to multiply daily right now. I climbed back into bed for a little longer, but by 6, you were awake and looking around in your crib. The moment when I come into to your room to get you each morning is a treasure. You look up and me and grin from ear to ear, and I can't think of any better way in the world to begin my day.
You're five months old, and an absolute delight. You are cuddly and sweet, and your default setting remains at "go with the flow," and that's a fact for which I'm immensely grateful. You have settled nicely into a routine, and you eat five bottles a day (6, 9, 12, 3, and 6 -- 6-7 ounces), nap twice (8 am and 1pm with slight variation from time to time), and sleep through the night like a champion (6:30 or 7p.m. to 6a.m.). You kick and splash through bathtime, take in the world from your stroller and the car, explode with giggles and smiles for your Daddy, sister and your fur-brothers, and chill happily on your play-mat, blankets on the floor and your bouncy seat.
You've mastered rolling, both back to front and front to back, but you don't choose to do it all that often. You grab and reach and pull everything immediately to your mouth, and recently, have begun to hold your own bottle occasionally for feedings. You track everything with those curious baby-blues, and you babble all day long with squeals and grunts and other funny expressions mixed in for good measure. In the last week or two, you have noticed your feet, and when you're on the changing table, you grab for those toes and rock side to side. Adorable.
Nanny B describes you as "one happy kid," and that pretty much nails it. When you cry, it is because you are hungry or tired, and for the record, your crocodile tears undo me! I'm fully entrenched back at work now, and the schedule has returned to a chaotic and frenetic pace, but your ability to take it all in stride makes the juggle infinitely easier, sweet boy. I do my best to bookend our weekdays with lots of snuggles and smiles and quality time, and to fill our weekends with the same.
There will always be juggling, but you and Rowan are the top priorities and I will strive every day to make sure you know and feel that truth. Your first year is whizzing by at warp speed, but I'm focused on today as opposed to mourning yesterday or wishing for tomorrow. That's another of your amazing gifts, Grammie-Goo. You make the present so damn wonderful, there's no need to think about being anywhere else.
We love you so!