Dear Henry,

I’m writing this as you lay sleeping on the floor in the living room on your belly. That’s right. You rolled over this month and decided you like it that way. While there is always a little lament of your milestones because your baby months are passing quickly, I love it because I know you are strong and growing.

You were five months-old on Sunday.

That morning I went to pick you up from Aunt Wanda and Uncle Mike’s house. You spent one night away from me and you were a champ! I knew you would be. You are a sweet child. Such a good baby. People love to hold you and tickle you. We’re all sort of addicted to making you giggle. Here is the evidence:

I’ve been giggling at the pink pacifier you’re sucking on tonight. While you have your own things, some of your big sister’s former belongings have found their way into your nursery or mouth.

Something else has found it’s way into your mouth, teeth! You got your first teeth at just four months-old. We couldn’t believe it, until you bit me! The two little front teeth on the bottom are sharp and it changed our nursing a bit. I have to pay attention to you, little stinker.

The movement hasn’t stopped with rolling. Once you got on your belly you started scooting to different toys you want to hold. You now love your baby toys that make noise. They go straight in your mouth. With all this rolling and scooting, I fully expect you to be sitting and crawling as your half-birthday approaches.

Henry, I look in the faces of you and your sister and I can’t believe that I have the privilege of being your mother everyday. Somewhere I must have done something right in my life to have you as a son. I’m so excited for all the months to come.

I love you, my sweet, sweet boy.

Love,

Mama