5 Months July 11, 2007

When Fiona was just about 8 weeks old I met Greg’s parents for dinner at a family-friendly mexican joint. I took her in the sling and prayed that she would sleep all the way through dinner so that she didn’t scream and cry uncontrollably in public. Greg was out of town and we rarely ventured into public for this long of a period of time because of the crying. While we were there a family sat down at the table across from us and they also had a baby in a car seat who they propped up on a chair and sat there playing with his toys while quietly watching his family eat their dinner. The mom looked over at me and Greg’s dad asked how old? 5 months she said. How old is yours? 8 weeks I said trying to attempt a smile that would read that i was really having fun and enjoying this. She looked me in the eye and with a soft and understanding tone said, “well, all I can tell you is that it really does get better and easier. Just hang in there, I understand.” I’m an emotional person anyway, that coupled with my out of whack hormones and my exhausted being i started to cry. Greg’s dad looked at me like I was crazy.

It meant so much to me, I couldn’t imagine ever having such a calm baby, ever being able to sit at a table and eat dinner together. But here we are. It really did get better! 4 months was really good to us, and I’m so excited to see what 5 is going to bring!

Things are happening so fast now. There’s the binky and the bottle and the screeching and the hysterical laughter. Now we also are in full scootch mode. She can pull her knees up underneath her and even push her belly off of the ground….off course then she pushes her legs back out and she ends up going backwards….but she’s really good at it and we are constantly finding her other places then where we set her….let the baby proofing begin! She’s a great napper and a decent night time sleeper…our bed time routine is pretty good and she seems to actually enjoy her crib and being put down…she usually wakes up as i set her in her crib and she looks at me and smiles and rolls over off to sleep. She knows zoe’s name now and when we say it or if she hears her walking she looks all around to find her and then laughs. she’s starting to know her own name too (it seems) which is really exciting. she LOVES being outside and is mesmorised by the trees and flowers…she will even follow tiny little bugs with her eyes….she doesn’t miss a thing! She’s almost able to sit up by herself and of course, she’s thoroughly enjoying watching her very first Tour de’ France.

All I can say is wow. what a difference a couple of months make. We just might have to go back to that mexican place to celebrate!