I don't know how it happened, but somehow our not-so-little baby boy turned 5 months old today. Just to give you a little insight into a mom's brain, this is what I thought today when I realized it was Harrison's five month 'birthday':
Wow, five months! That's close to half a year. At half a year he'll have teeth and could even be crawling. Then I'll need to plan his one year birthday. After they turn one it flies right by and then they're two! And at two they're basically self sufficient and won't need me any more. Then they'll start school, then they'll turn eighteen, then they'll drive away and leave me for college OMG!!!!!
When I returned to sanity, I remembered how much I've enjoyed this little guy over the last month. He's rolling over, talking all the time (loudly), watching his big brother like a hawk in such a way that I know he would 'monkey-see, monkey-do' if he could, and giggling heartily when someone squeezes those ever-loving mcnuggets that he calls thighs. Speaking of thighs, these days he's filling them out with occasional snacks of bananas and sweet potatoes, but NOT rice cereal. He HATES rice cereal. Even if you mix it with bananas. Picky little goober.
Oh, Harrison, you keep us on a roller coaster. When you're happy you light up the room, and when you're upset I think the neighbors can hear your ear splitting screams. But you know what? I like roller coasters. I'll even ride them with you when you get bigger.
H-man, you are one squishy dude. Those cheeks are just as delicious to nibble on as they were when you were born.
I just love you, baby. Hope you have a happy 27th.
