5 months

These days are flying by, folks.

Flying by so fast I barely have time to get on here and keep track of all the wonderful things that are going on in our lives. Each day gets better and better and just when I think I have this motherhood thing out….BAM. Life (otherwise known as Easton) throws me a curveball.

I may sigh.
I may roll my eyes.
I may have a slight panic attack.

But, I am seriously loving it.

This 5 month old is growing so fast. He skipped right through the 3 and 6 month clothing and has decided to move right on to 9 and 12 month clothes.

So here’s what’s been going on leading up to month 5 for our little E man.

He’s a talker. Not a quiet talker. More of a loud mouth. I have no idea where he gets it from. Ha! Poor little guy really didn’t stand a chance. Between his mother running her mouth and his father schmoozing work people over all the time it’s probably all he heard in the womb. Wah wah wah.

We celebrated his first Easter. It was actually the day before I had to return to work and I have to say it was really nice to spend it with family to keep my mind off of the dreaded day. I shed some tears when my sister offered to hold him for a nap at family dinner. I realized it would be on of the last snuggly naps during the day for a while and I just wasn’t ready to give that up. We visited the creepy Easter bunny and he was still little enough to just stare at the camera and not scream and throw himself around causing a scene. We did some typical Easter poses with him grabbing an egg but truthfully he had no interest at all in what the kids were doing. He just drooled and checked out all the colors.

We also attended my sister’s annual EGGstravaganza. Again, we posed for pictures. We pretended he was enjoying coloring eggs. He just sat there like a bump on a log God love him. He looked so precious and had no idea why the paparazzi were back again. He does love all the colors and his big cousins and the loud noises they bring!

After Easter, Easton met Miss Jenny and all of his new friends at daycare on March 28th. I cried the night before as I read him a bedtime story. I cried most of the night as I watched him sleep. I cried as I got him ready. I cried as I held him basically refusing to put him in his carseat. I cried the whole way to Jenny’s. I cried and she held me. I cried as I walked out her door. I cried the whole way to work. I cried as I walked into work. As soon as I saw my students I pulled it together and held it fairly well until lunch time when I cried again.

Then, all was well with the world. No more tears. When I picked that baby up and he was happy as can be with some new friends and friends he loves and a babysitter who loves him dearly all my worries and tears washed away. He seriously loves it there. She says he’s always a happy guy. He loves the other kids. He naps well. He eats well. He’s loving life because he’s socializing and I can rest easy knowing this is the second best option for us. First would be hitting the lottery and me staying at home. Miss Jenny is amazing and I don’t worry at all during the day because I don’t know how she does it, but she does. She loves every single one of the kids like they are her own and she is a miracle worker.

Being out and about more brought on the usual….runny nose….then cough. That went on for a couple of weeks. We used our best friend the “nose frida” and judge me all you want….using that thing is the most glorifying task that motherhood has brought me yet. (kidding!)

Obviously the chick above is not me. But it shows you hot to do it. No, Easton does not lay there that happily and take it. He’s becoming a serious mover and thrasher for nose suction and diaper changes. However, he totally is starting to appreciate me a little more when he can breathe. Then I get to clean the snot from the tube and wash it sludge down the sink. It’s so gratifying. It’s disgusting. Really the disgusting part isn’t that you taste their snot because I promise you don’t. It’s hearing the snot coming out, seeing it, and washing it away. It’s like you’ve saved their life. Just not that grand.

We use it every morning and every night still because the congestion issue hasn’t gone away. I know some day this boy owes me a lot for literally sucking the snot from his brain to allow him to breathe better. I’m his savior, basically.

On April 11th he rolled from his back to his belly. He freaked out just a bit because I screamed like a lunatic and scared him and I think he scared himself trying to figure out how in the hell did he do that?! Lately he’s doing it more often and just tonight he did it twice while chilling on the floor so momma could eat some dinner. Still each time he does it he looks at me with this confused look about what he’s suppose to do next.

He’s really starting to notice Shiloh now. He watches her every move. She could still care less about him. She licks him occasionally and then walks away. I think she’s thoroughly disgusted we brought him home and would like to return him. Too bad for her!

His chunky thighs and man boobs are super ticklish and I love to get him going. He sort of tenses up and forgets to breathe when he’s being tickled. Not too the point of concern but certainly to the point of total cuteness.

He’s still taking 4 naps a day, 2 longer ones and 2 shorter ones. He’s up and at em ready to go at 5 am. He eats and then talks happily while we get ready to head out. Sometimes he falls back asleep and chills with daddy but that never lasts long. This also means that he has no idea when it’s Saturday and Sunday and still wants to be up super early. Not gonna lie, I totally miss sleeping in on the weekends. However, you should see all the shit someone can really accomplish before 8 am on a Saturday. It’s insane.

4 month sleep regression. It’s real. It’s totally real….and it sucks. Big time. 4 months and back to work/daycare hit and I swear it’s like he knew I really needed my sleep and just lost his mind every night usually around 11:30, 1:30 and 3:30. And 3:30 is just late enough that I really never could go back to sleep before waking again at 5.

But guess what? That phrase “this too shall pass”? It’s for real. It passed and we survived. He started sleeping 7:30-5 again. Hallelujah!

Then, he got sick. That whole runny nose thing turned into a cough. A cough that woke him up and scared the crap out of me. So I finally took him to the doctor this week. I thought it was just a cold. He never ran a fever. He was never crabby. A cold will pass too, right? Well I was starting to feel like it might be something else and got advice from my sister and aunt and we headed to the doctor. He had a sinus infection and got his first antibiotic. His ears and lungs were good and clear but poor baby has his momma and poppa’s sinus issues already.

Good news is that he loves the medicine. I think he would down the whole bottle if I let him but 4.5 mL will have to do. I hate starting him so young on an antibiotic but I also want him feeling better. You would never guess the poor kid is sick til you lay him flat and he starts to cough.

He’s still totally breastfed and that works for us. We will try some food in a month but for now his mommas milk obviously does this little body good!