Week 22: The Top Five
Will is five months old! I can't believe how big he is now, what happened to my blotchy, bald-headed little newborn? What happened to my chubby little toddler who used to babble nonsense, and is now talking back like a teenager? I think we'll just have to keep having babies every five years so I don't run out.
At five months, here are Will's top five favorite things:
1. Putting his fist in his mouth.
2. Watching Emily be a goof.
3. Putting his other fist in his mouth.
4. The sling (or being held in any way).
5. Putting both fists in his mouth at once.
And Will's top five least favorite things are:
1. Waking up.
2. Not rolling over.
3. Not being held.
4. Getting his face cleaned.
5. His carseat.
Will really is just overflowing with personality and cuteness, and really, if he had his way, he'd have someone look at him all day. Actually, mostly he does have his way, I do look at him all day. This is the point I kept looking forward to the whole pregnancy. When I would get to have him all day, and Will would be actually interacting. It's what got me through waddling my fat self home in the windy Pullman weather, passing by all the young kids from the dorms. In hindsight, I probably should have enjoyed pregnancy more, but really what's to enjoy? Of course it was worth it, but god, it was a miserable nine months. And really, my body is only now recovering from the stress of it all.
But things change, maybe in another five years, I'll enjoy pregnancy (that is, if we decide to have another baby). With Emily, I couldn't wait to wean her. Breastfeeding made me feel so trapped and overwhelmed. But with Will, it's one of my favorite times (it may also be due to different nursing styles, Will gets down to business, while Emily would literally nurse for hours and cry when she wasn't). Also, after seeing how healthy Emily is, and how amazing her immune system is, how could I not breastfeed Will?
And at this point, it's not really my decision. Anyone who says "if a baby is hungry enough, he'll take a bottle" hasn't met my kids. But with Will on track to eating real food, before I know it, he will be munching down cherios and gulping down milk from a sippy cup. He'll be a pink-cheeked terror and I'll be thinking, What happened to my little wispy-haired baby that only wanted to put his fists in his mouth?
At five months, here are Will's top five favorite things:
1. Putting his fist in his mouth.
2. Watching Emily be a goof.
3. Putting his other fist in his mouth.
4. The sling (or being held in any way).
5. Putting both fists in his mouth at once.
And Will's top five least favorite things are:
1. Waking up.
2. Not rolling over.
3. Not being held.
4. Getting his face cleaned.
5. His carseat.
Will really is just overflowing with personality and cuteness, and really, if he had his way, he'd have someone look at him all day. Actually, mostly he does have his way, I do look at him all day. This is the point I kept looking forward to the whole pregnancy. When I would get to have him all day, and Will would be actually interacting. It's what got me through waddling my fat self home in the windy Pullman weather, passing by all the young kids from the dorms. In hindsight, I probably should have enjoyed pregnancy more, but really what's to enjoy? Of course it was worth it, but god, it was a miserable nine months. And really, my body is only now recovering from the stress of it all.
But things change, maybe in another five years, I'll enjoy pregnancy (that is, if we decide to have another baby). With Emily, I couldn't wait to wean her. Breastfeeding made me feel so trapped and overwhelmed. But with Will, it's one of my favorite times (it may also be due to different nursing styles, Will gets down to business, while Emily would literally nurse for hours and cry when she wasn't). Also, after seeing how healthy Emily is, and how amazing her immune system is, how could I not breastfeed Will?
And at this point, it's not really my decision. Anyone who says "if a baby is hungry enough, he'll take a bottle" hasn't met my kids. But with Will on track to eating real food, before I know it, he will be munching down cherios and gulping down milk from a sippy cup. He'll be a pink-cheeked terror and I'll be thinking, What happened to my little wispy-haired baby that only wanted to put his fists in his mouth?
posted by Kate @ 9:31 AM
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