Gahhhh, the cuteness! ~SQUEEEEEE~
My wittle cutie patootie monster baby is 5 months old (as of 5 DAYS AGO - geez I'm a horrid mother)...
I suck so this is going to be short:
New things include: saying 'da-da-da-da-da' and many many other new syllables - he's quite the jabber box, fake crying, possibly fake coughing - I can't tell if its a real cough or not he doesn't really have a cold?, starting to reach when someone wants to hold him, a rolling MACHINE but not quite to crawling, still working on the sitting unattended he is soooo very close, loves to "jump" in your lap when you are standing him up (I think its time for one of those Johnny-jump-up things), thinks his big brother and daddy are hilarious, is a giggling fool, and we are starting him very slowly on cereal. I'm sure there's more but I'll edit it in later as I think of things...
Want to note though: I love this little man more and more every day. He's my happy place! Even when he pukes on me and wipes his boogey nose all over my shirt and cries ALL. THE. WAY. to grandma's house - all 2 hours of it, I still am a goofy smiley goober who couldn't be happier just rocking in the glider holding my little love. Things are crazy, super busy right now so I don't get to spend very much time with my favorite little man. Which makes me feel guilty and sad and grumpy and its-not-fair-stomp-my-foot-on-the-floor-like-a-toddler pouty. I'm so very, lucky to be his mommy but I can't say he's as lucky with me for a mommy. *Sigh* Poor kid.
My wittle cutie patootie monster baby is 5 months old (as of 5 DAYS AGO - geez I'm a horrid mother)...
I suck so this is going to be short:
New things include: saying 'da-da-da-da-da' and many many other new syllables - he's quite the jabber box, fake crying, possibly fake coughing - I can't tell if its a real cough or not he doesn't really have a cold?, starting to reach when someone wants to hold him, a rolling MACHINE but not quite to crawling, still working on the sitting unattended he is soooo very close, loves to "jump" in your lap when you are standing him up (I think its time for one of those Johnny-jump-up things), thinks his big brother and daddy are hilarious, is a giggling fool, and we are starting him very slowly on cereal. I'm sure there's more but I'll edit it in later as I think of things...
Want to note though: I love this little man more and more every day. He's my happy place! Even when he pukes on me and wipes his boogey nose all over my shirt and cries ALL. THE. WAY. to grandma's house - all 2 hours of it, I still am a goofy smiley goober who couldn't be happier just rocking in the glider holding my little love. Things are crazy, super busy right now so I don't get to spend very much time with my favorite little man. Which makes me feel guilty and sad and grumpy and its-not-fair-stomp-my-foot-on-the-floor-like-a-toddler pouty. I'm so very, lucky to be his mommy but I can't say he's as lucky with me for a mommy. *Sigh* Poor kid.
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