Your son is 5 months.
He has become your everyday fashion accessory- you wear him around the house, at work, when you go to the bathroom. You feel his tiny body becoming a bigger-tiny body.
You feel his strength when he pulls at your shirt as if to say, "Nurse me mama, nurse me." You feel his strength when he pulls your hair or kicks his legs when you are trying to put on a clean diaper.
You see his thoughts, well you think you can see his thoughts when he scrunches his little forehead or puckers his lips.
You love watching him sleep. You love watching him suck on his toes. You even love how his face turns red and he grunts when he's having a movement.
You notice his hair is starting to grow back and that his cheeks are becoming chubby and round. You kiss him one hundred million gazillion times a day and that doesn't feel like enough.
You want/don't want him to learn how to sit up. You don't want him to crawl (mostly because you aren't ready to 'baby-proof' the apartment).
He is 5 months.
He loves bath time/splash time with Daddy. He loves to nurse. He grabs and holds tightly to the bottle as if to say, "Don't you take this away from me. gulp. gulp. gulp."
He loves staring at and discovering new things-like his toes and reflection, or the inside of a cup. His best friend is Daddy. His partner in crime is Coco. The love of his life is Mama.
He wants to be held. He hates the car seat, but loves car rides with the windows down and Bob or Jack playing on the radio.
He wants to stand. He wants the freedom to crawl and sit and become independent.
You are discovering mommy-hood with a 5 month old.
He is discovering life at 5 months old.
