Five Months Old

Holy cats.  My baby is five months old.  And he's a real baby now, which means he is grabbing my hair and pulling it out in clumps.

The difference between an newborn and an infant is remarkable.  No longer does he need the head support when he is picked up.  When you carry him around in your arms, he likes to sit up, not cradle.  He whips his head around like a little hoot owl when you walk the room and soaks in everything he sees.  He is amazingly entertaining in so many ways.

Not that the newborn stage isn't fascinating in its' own way.  But it's like Dian Fossey living among the apes...you tend to study the baby more, wait for responses to be obvious and not so subtle.  You wait...a lot.  It's just a watching game to see what you can pick up and write down in your baby book.

But at five months...wowza.  The amount of learning that occurs is staggering.  He is on his tummy daily, trying to reach that fuzzy toy above his head.  He leans to the right or left according to what he might want to grab.  He has control over his arms and no longer punches himself in the face.  That's right...no more baby fight club for this lil' guy.

He's also big for his age.  21 pounds, almost 29 inches long and growing every second.  Not so much an obese baby, but a SOLID baby.

And mommy's back is always reminded of just how solid that baby is.  Ow.