5 whole months

Henry turned 5 months old last week. Five whole months. That is a lot of months. I can't believe how quick it's gone and is going. While there are those days that seem to never end, where I'm counting minutes until daddy gets home or until bed time, there are many days where I just soak up every sweet, smiley, drooly moment. It's amazing how with each month he's becoming more and more of who he is, even if I have no idea who that is. I always read posts by women describing their kids personalities. I often feel like I'm failing at knowing who my son is. That some how I can't describe him, like I don't know know him. And that I should by now. I know I'm the mom, and truth be told I do know more about him than anyone else. But to sit here and rattle off character traits like I'm reading ingredients off a cereal box, well I'm just not there yet. I'm still discovering him.

I can tell you what I do know.

While the jury is out on whether my dear son will be a red head, a blonde, or somewhere in the middle, he definitely has that lovely red-headed temper. He is quite vocal about his opinion, and holds nothing back. Lately he's taking to screaming so hard his face turns bright fuchsia, and that vein in the middle of his forehead, the one that was always an indication of pooping early on, has now become an anger gage. This month he's learned to arch his back and throw his head back in protest of how mean I am, like when I change his diaper or put him in his car seat. Mean, mean things I tell you.

While getting him to be on his belly continues to be a struggle, day by day he's lasting longer and longer, giving me hope that he may, one day (crossyourfingers) crawl. He's rolling over, but not too much. He mostly likes to grab his feet and roll from side to side.

I'm daily amazed at his motor skills. He's mastered the pacifier. Pull it out. Put it back in. Turn it around to chew on the handle of it. Just tonight he dropped it and Uncle Dave held it out to him and Henry reached for it. Identifying it, seizing it, accepting it. Amazing accomplishments and milestones for someone who only 5 months ago could barely grasp my finger.


As he was when he was in my belly, he is quite the active kid. He LOVES playing in his excersaucer and LOVES his jumperoo. His days of playing quietly on the play mat are coming to a close, because mom-I want to Move! And while some people don't want their kids to hurry up and be mobile, knowing that once they do, they don't ever not-I yearn for the days where he can move on his own. Yes it will be more work. And I'm sure there will be days that I will long for newborn, car-seat bound days again. But I know Henry is a mover. And I think he'll be a much happier camper when he's not stuck in one location.


We've successfully been eating rice cereal, banana, and as of today, avocado. I never thought I'd start a 4 month old on solid foods. I was enjoying the portability and accessibility of breastfeeding. But my milk has always been a struggle. I have to really work to have enough for him, and most times I don't. And introducing food has been a god send for both of us.

It's amazing how one little guy can change so much in one month. I'm anxious to see what the next month is going to hold and what new little things I'll learn about this darling boy.
My son.
Who's captured my heart and filled me with joy.

and just for kicks (huh, get it, kicks-HA, I kill myself)
I found this old video of my pregnant belly.
I was 37 weeks pregnant. See, I told you he was a mover.
You have to watch really closely.