Month 5 Archives

Last night we got to babysit my cousin Annie! We played and wrestled with Daddy! I love it when she comes over, but she keeps pinching my cheeks all the time. One of these days I'm going to pinch her cheeks and see what she says! Overall, I really like her, even though she's a girl.

Mom and Darlene are thinking maybe I'm going through a growth spurt. Yesterday I had a melt down at about 5, and needed to eat AGAIN. So I got an extra 4oz. And with all the napping I'm taking, they think I'm just getting bigger - or teething. Whatever that means. But I think it has something to do with polishing off cake when I get older.

HAJ

BONUS ARCHIVES - Month 5

Dear Henry,
Today is your 5 month birthday. I just can't believe you're 5 months old already. Everyone said, and keeps saying, to enjoy this time because you'll grow so fast. You really are growing so fast, and I wish you'd slow down. You are becoming the most fun and funny little guy. No one has a bigger smile in the mornings. Daddy won't even let me wake you in the mornings. Its his favorite time of day, you two have your special little meet and greet as the sun is just breaking. He sneaks into your room, and then wakes you with a big "Good morning, good morning!" And you just laugh and grab your toes and hug and hug when he picks you up. It just couldn't be cuter.

You're giving hints of rolling over and teething, but we haven't seen anything yet. You're also starting to get stronger and sitting up just for a few seconds by yourself. As much as I want you to hit these milestones, it wouldn't be all bad if you just stayed the way you are. Daddy and I feel like we're finally starting to figure you out. You only cry when you're hungry (especially when you see that bottle) or when you need a nap. And your napping has really come along little one. This last month you've really become a pro. We're all very happy and proud you've discovered the joys of napping. Never lose that.

I'm sorry this is the first time I've written you a monthly letter, but sooner is better than later. There are a few things I want you to know about your dad and me. Before we had you we were careless and fancy free. We hopped in the car and took off wherever we wanted at a moment's notice. Now we have to plan, and carry a small freight liner's worth of equipment. We talk about how big your poops are, how funny you are when you start talking, and how cute all your little clothes are. Some people have even told me I've lost my edge. MY EDGE, Henry. But you know what? I admit it. You have turned me into such a softie. Between you, your brother, and your dad, I have never felt such a love. There's nothing like it. Everyday I feel it gets stronger. I can't bear to be away from you for more than a few hours, then I feel so guilty that I was gone. I just don't want to miss anything. The rolls on your legs are so big you could hide half of next week in there. And any squirrel would be jealous of the storage capacity in those cheeks. But when you smile, Hen, that's what does it. Any edge I may or may not have had is lost.

I love you, Mama