And if you look realllllly closely, you can see his two little teeth! You may also notice our boy looks a little tired. Someone must have told him 5 month olds don't nap, because he has battled each and every nap attempt in the past 48 hours with remarkable determination, and the 2-3 hour naps of yesteryear (ahem, yesterweek) are not happening. He did put in a good 11 hour stretch last night, so I'm most certainly NOT complaining.....but a nap might be nice for the both of us, too. He managed to eek out a 28 minute cat nap this morning, during which I had another opportunity to put my superhuman multi-tasking skills to work. In that one near-half-hour, I was able to wash my face, slap on mascara, re-do my ponytail, change my clothes, wash 21 bottle nipples and 2 wine glasses by hand, unload the dishwasher, load the dishwasher, start a load of laundry, feed the cats, gather the recyclables, and chug a Diet Coke....WHILE listening in on a conference call for work. A shower would have been a luxurious bonus, but no such luck.
Back to the real reason for this posting....Anderson is FIVE months old. I fear that it will feel like only moments before we're celebrating his birthday. He's changed so much already from the quiet, calm baby we brought home five months ago. He's on the move- rolling across the room, scooting from one end of the crib to the other and back again, and making some very conscious efforts in the crawling department. He's not there yet, but as mom, dad, J and I watched the other night, he came breathtakingly close to putting the knee and arm action together and taking right off. Yikes. He sleeps recklessly now, never in one position for very long, always awakening on the other end of the crib. But most fun is watching his sweet little personality grow- hearty giggles and smiles and curious expressions. Taking him places and seeing him smile brightly for strangers who stop to say hello. Watching him dive with his entire body toward the spoon when the bananas aren't coming fast enough. Holding him close in the rocker in the evenings as he snuggles in closer, contentment on his sleepy face. Knowing that the boy we put to bed won't be the same boy who wakes up- each day he rises with some unfamiliar noise, some developing skill, a little something new to keep me on my toes.
Happy 5 months, Mister A!