Oh boy. Where does the time go. I have been meaning to update sooner, but we've been in Mardi Gras season, and school is kicking my butt. Nevertheless, here goes.
Baby A is 5 months now, and I would have never believed I'd be here with a happy happy baby 4 months ago. Sheesh. For real. This kid is dynamite. He's sitting, rolling, cooing, gurgling, and overall just insanely happy. I had to reschedule his 5 month doctor appointment, so I don't have exact weight, but tossing him over my shoulder while I stand on the scale puts him at 16 pounds. We had to go shopping yesterday to buy clothes because I had to pack away all the 3 month stuff.
Sleep is hit or miss, but I have learned to just go with the flow. Some nights he sleeps from 6:00pm-4:00am, wakes, eats, and sleeps for a few more hours. Some nights he's up every 2-3 hours. Sometimes he wakes and is scared. Sometimes hungry. Sometimes just to say hello and coo and smile when I come into the room. I am resigned to just follow his cues right now. I mean, soon I'll be the one up at night, worrying, waiting for him to come home from parties and dates, right?
I am still nursing and pumping. He started eating 1 tablespoon of cereal once a day, and he loves it. I know that more solids are coming soon, and I am holding off for as long as possible. I wanted to follow the 6 month rule, and I think we are going to be pretty close to it. (Honestly, I also am not looking forward to dealing with non-breastfed poop. I have enjoyed just being able to toss the diapers in the wash. With food comes the real poop, which means finding a new way to handle this cloth diapering). He does watch us eat, and he even grabs for food, sometimes successfully getting it into his mouth before we can take it from him.
Speaking of grabbing, this kid grabs anything, and I mean it. Satuday I was taking down my shirt, unhooking my bra, and as soon as he saw the nipple he grabbed it and squeeeeeeezed! I yelped like a dog. Seriously hurt, but so funny.
He also loves to be read to, and not the board books. He likes the "older" books. And poetry. I know, sounds a bit cheesy, but I get the joy of reading poems to him and he just listens very intently.
I am thoroughly enjoying this little person and learning about him each and every day. I am not sure what I thought motherhood would be like before. I know I could have not imagined this, and it just gets better every day. It's not all rainbows and unicorns, but damn, today was one of those days, and I'd like to savor it a bit longer.
