5 months

Ah! My baby is 5 months old! Every month on the 23rd, I have two distinct moments. The first is overwhelming love and admiration for my beautiful boy (and amazing husband). Parker makes me a better person every single day. He reminds me of what really matters in trivial situations. It is hard to beat his smiles and giggles.

The second moment, though, is shear panic. Panic... at the thought of him getting older..how selfish! Now, to be fair, I have always been a "baby person." I even though about doing my own infant daycare. But beyond my own ridiculous musings, I feel like the precious months when my boy's life will be easier are rushing by. I am so afraid of his adolescence and adulthood...because I am so unclear on how to support him at those ages. When he is a kid, though still difficult, his needs are definitive...the therapies and appointments are generally automatic.

So I resist the impossible urge to reach out and stop time, and instead, try to reasonably soak up every moment. I come home evert night and kiss his chubby cheeks and stare into his sleepy, big blue eyes and just adore him. Happy 5 months little man!

Cake pictures to come soon!