The fifth month was the month of bouncing.
Your daddy hooked up your Johnny Jump-Up in our doorway, with the expectation that you might enjoy the assisted standing. Initially you twirled a bit, drifting from side to side and investigating your new independence. And then you bent your knees.
I still laugh and shake my head that two intelligent people can be taken by surprise by a five-month old. We probably should have lined the door frame in pillows BEFORE strapping you in. The image in my head looks something like an old cartoon with blurred motion marks tracking your progress every which way. Somehow you abandoned the jumper with zero bruises.
Your breakfast/dinner menu expanded this month to include butternut squash, carrots, avocado, and zucchini. As fast as I can puree a new treat, you chomp it down. Already you are eating two cubes of food, and you prefer them mixed. Pears go with peas. Squash goes with zucchini. Apples and avocado. The fun part for your daddy and I is that with all those beautiful colors going in, the aesthetics of what come out have changed. Trust me when I tell you that orange and green on the bottom end are not as attractive.
You had to say your first goodbye this month. Your original babysitter, Donna, introduced you to morning naps and porch play time. She is a good one, Dex, and we were sad that she couldn’t watch you anymore.
Judging by your smile when I pick you up at your new babysitter’s house, you’re adjusting well. I think it’s because she lets you watch 10 minutes of TV (Baby Einstein) every day. Sigh. Already other people are spoiling you.
As I am writing this you are on the floor, inching yourself forward. I have a feeling that crawling is in your future. Even though I get down on my hands and knees and cheer your on in your new endeavor, when I get back up on my feet and take a step back…whoa. I cannot believe that my little boy is going to crawl. That he intentionally kicks toys out of his way. That he can grab and hold his rinse cup…and tries to drink bath water from it.
When you’re 18, Roo, these accomplishments may seem tiny. Even I would agree that they are small steps. But only when compared to the giant leap my heart makes each time.
Happy Five Months.
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