JuJuBee: Month Five

It seems to be my "way" to start out each monthly letter to you exclaiming how I cannot believe that you are already such and such months old. Well, old habits die hard, I suppose, because here I am yet again completely shocked that you are indeed FIVE months old today. It can't be. In some ways It feels as though you have been a part of our family forever and in other ways it seems that you came into the world mere hours ago. At any rate, we are simply thrilled to have you, sweetie. Thrilled beyond words.

You know who you parents are. This much is clear to me. One of Daddy's assistants (your "boyfriend") has taken a job at another university. Last week we had a small get together to say goodbye to him and each and every person who attempted to hold you must have been sorry. Sorry when you screamed bloody murder until you were handed back to Mommy or Daddy. I'm not exactly happy about this, but secretly we love that you feel so attached to us already. It is reassuring that you indeed feel safe and sound in our arms. I can't wait for you to reach out to the world and discover what fun it is to interact with other people, but I'm certainly not rushing you into it. I hope you always feel so safe with us. Now when we decide to someday hire a sitter and go out one evening (yeah, right) you'd better not pull that crap. If we find a sitter, we'd like him or her to stick around for awhile.

You are so in love with your big brother. I'm glad that we waited and there are five years between the two of you. It is perfect. He knows just how to make you laugh. He can make you laugh harder than any of us by just being himself. He will be dancing around the living room singing a silly song and you stare and stare at him and finally decide that his dance is hilarious and you burst into a belly laugh. Of course he is so proud of himself when you do this, so keep it up. He would do anything for you.

You are rolling over, making the funniest, sweetest noises I have ever heard, NOT screaming in the car, and almost enjoying walks in your stroller. You love to hold toys and drool all over them. Your new favorite thing is to sit and blow spit bubbles out of your mouth. This really gets to me since I have a bit of OCD when it comes to wiping slobber off of your face, but it really is cute. You take long naps in your swing during the day and really seem to love sleeping in your crib...sometimes.

We do need to talk about the sleeping thing. You still don't really sleep through the night. You go to bed around 9ish and will sleep until around 1 or 2 am before you start whining for the binky that you lost. At this point it can go one of two ways. You will either go back to sleep until around 5 or so when you want to eat (which I can deal with...) or you will wake every hour just to make some whining noises and look for your binky and just be generally miserable and grumpy and make us want to die. Can we PLEASE deal with this issue and make it go away before next month's letter? I know you can do it, I know you can.

In other news, you are getting so big. Your doctor called you a little tomato because you are just so round and pudgy. I love kissing your big cheeks and pinching your chubby thighs. You hair is growing, though no one can tell except Daddy and I since it is so fine and almost white. You look so different from pictures we look at from when you first came home. You have come a long way, and we are so proud of all you have learned in the last five months. Now I must go wipe your chin you big slobbery punkin.

I love you so much,

Mommy xoxox

Comments

There are 4 years between my little sister and me. I always figured that was a perfect amount, but for a totally different reason... When I was done with college she was entering so I figure if I ever have kids I want them that far apart so that I can help them both with their college $$. :)

Posted by: Joanne | Monday, September 26, 2005 at 08:18 PM