5 Months!!

Dear Colin,

Happy 5 Month Birthday Big Boy. You are almost 23 weeks old. It's crazy to think that the last time I measured anything in weeks, you were still in my tummy. I loved being pregnant with you. At 23 week, we had seen your sweet face for the first time. We had watched you dance across the screen, observed your heart beating, and saw your tootsies. I remember your daddy and I have countless conversations about you; what you would look like, if you'd be our lil Colin or lil Lily, what your personality would be like. You have far exceeded all of our expectations, Colin.

--insert cute picture of Colin naked in a diaper sitting next to a sign in poornut font saying 'i am 5 months old!!!' which will be put as soon as my stupid printer wants to work --

I'm having a hard time writing this month's entry. Not because you haven't done anything worth bragging about but rather because the weeks are starting to blend together. These 5 months have flown by and I truly can't remember what my life was like before you. I'm thinking more carefree but with alot less joy. I can't imagine living life without you anymore. My days and weeks revolve around you, your happiness, and well-being. There is nothing more fulfilling than being your mom.
Enough being sappy huh?

So lets talk about some of the fun stuff. You rolled over ... and over, and over and over again. You are constantly on the move little guy. Once you are lying down, there is no stopping you. Often times, you move and get stuck in the corner of your crib and you get soooo mad. I don't think it's because you are smashed but rather because you can't keep moving. And when we come get you it's like you're playing the slots and have just hit JACKPOT! Your whole body convulses with excitement and you gasp and smile and squeal with delight! The look on your face seems to say THERE IS THAT MAN WHO PLAYS WITH ME ALL THE TIME! or THERE IS MY MOMMA!! (Because truthfully lately your daddy gets you in the morning than I do.) You are a trip little man.
You have two razor-blade sharp teeth. They started coming in a few weeks ago. They are so cute but oh so sharp. You will put ANYTHING in your mouth child. Your fingers, your rings, my hair, your feet, BOTH of your feet, and the worst is my fingers. Have I mentioned how sharp they are yet? :)
You've become such a daddy's boy lately. I, am of course, great for feeding, putting to sleep and cuddling but daddy is for playing. You love playing with daddy. You think everything he does is the funniest thing ever. You will realize someday that he isn't all THAT funny :)

I adore watching you two play and become the best of buds. Although, sometimes I secretly wish you loved playing with me the same way you love playing with dad, I know we have our own thing - I'm your mommy; the one you look to when you are scared, upset or so incredibly proud of yourself. That is enough for me.

With all my love,
Mommy