Month five

Tomorrow Mary is 5 months old. I can’t believe that she has been with us for that long. It’s strange, sometimes it feels like she has been with us forever, and sometimes it feels like just yesterday that she first came home. She looks much the same to me as she did when she came home, but I know she isn’t. I look at pictures of her when she was a newborn, and it is amazing how much she has changed in less than half a year.

Now Mary can laugh, and although it’s still difficult to get those giggles out of her, it is amazingly rewarding to do so. She has some consonants, she says “agah, nwaah,” and when she is upset she says “bbbbbbb, mmmmm.” She hasn’t rolled over yet, which some people might be concerned about, but she works really hard at it, and I hardly give her any time on her tummy. She is actually starting to enjoy tummy time now, so she spends more time. When she is on her tummy, she kicks so hard that she cam move from one end of the couch to the other. She found her feet last week, and now most of her time is spent with one foot in her hand, I don’t think she has quite figured out what to do with it, but I’m sure that some day soon we will find her with her foot in her mouth.

Mary moved into her crib last week, and out of our bedroom. She was so good about it; it didn’t bother her at all. The first night she slept in her crib, I cried a little (pathetic). I kept saying to Ian “if I can’t handle this, how am I going to deal with kindergarten, or going back to work?” I know school is a long ways off, but work isn’t, and the thought of leaving her with someone else to raise her makes me ill.

Before Mary came, I never really thought I would be a good mum, and I wasn’t sure that I would enjoy it. Now that she has come, I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life. I’ve said it before, and I will say it now. I have never, ever been as happy as I am now that she is a part of my life. Every day, I am so thankful to her for brightening my life up. Even on the days where she is a monster, and they are often lately with her teething, I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life. Nearly everything I do, I do for her, and when I’m not doing something for her, she is never out of my mind.

My friend, who has a 7 year old, said that she has finally realised the saddest thing about being a parent. No matter how much your child loves you, they will never love you as much as you love them. I love my parents so much, but now I know that what I feel for them must only be a fraction of the love they have for me. It makes me want to call them and just let them know how much I love them.

This is Jonah, Mummy and I look after him a few times a week. He's got great toys! 

The face of mischief... 

Jonah is pretty curious about me. 

My first boyfriend! 

I think he's trying to be friendly... 

Jonah's kitty Jazz has finally saved me from him! 

I can't let my beads out of my grip for a moment, or those cats will steal them. 

I just photograph so well! 

I'm a big girl now, arent I? 

I really have to concentrate on the bottle though! 

The weather has been so nice, Rupert loves the outdoors. 

Leonard the Celestial Lion is my best friend. 

Look at my belly! 

Gosh this is a pretty dress. 

It's hard to nap during the day with the sun shining in the window! 

We just think this is a neat picture of Brock. 

Well, I've got things to chew on, I'll see you all later! 

Can you see the resemblance? 

Mummy has started trying to feed me cereal. I eat it, but I try to make it as dificult as possible, so we can get the most entertainment value possible. 

I'm not sure I like this cereal stuff. 

I feel like I've done something naughty.... 

My swing is so comfortable. 

I hate it when Daddy watches Law and Order. 

This is Derick, he is my uncle in Regina. My other uncle Andrew lives in Vancouver, and I havnt met him yet. 

This is Jamie, she and Robyn are sisters, and she lives in Regina too.