Man how time flies! He’s now a cooing, giggling, fun five month old that reactes to mommy and daddy. He’s no longer “the lump” as Peter used to call him.
It really is amazing how much they change. People warned us how fast it goes by and its so true. I’m glad I’ve been focusing on enjoying every moment I can with him.
Lately his thing has been grabbing at his feet and trying to get them to his mouth. I think that’s what’s been preoccupying him the last few nights. He’s been up in the middle of the night cooing and talking, its cute as heck but its also waking us up.
This morning I went to get him to get him his bottle. It was 6 am and he was laying there grabbing at his feet. I walked in and leaned over his crib and asked him if he was ready for his breakfast. He gave me a huge smile (melts my heart) and a little bit of a giggle. *sigh* he has mommy wrapped around his little finger already.
