Last week you turned 5 months old. We were in St Petersburg, Florida visiting our family and I didn’t have any time to write your letter; so I apologize this is a little bit late.
The past month you have grown up so much, I feel as though you’re much more of a “little boy” than infant, or newborn like you were just 4 months ago. You’ve made so much progress developmentally it is amazing. You can ALMOST sit up on your own, you can now take your binkie in and out of your mouth, you’ve got a great grip on everything (including my lips!) and you’ve started eating oatmeal!
You are such a wonderful little person to be around. You smile at anyone you come across this wonderful gummy smile that just lights up a room. Everyone from the cashier at Target to the pharmacist at CVS comment about how sweet and happy you are. Thanks for making it such a joy for your Dad & I to be your parents.
We started a new class at Bellani this past month, Kindermusik Village. You love the songs and signing, although your favorite sign is “eat” and “milk.” Your best friend, Tysen, also attends the class and you guys always smile when we sit next to each other.
You still wake up a couple times a night to eat, but you are a growing boy and I don’t mind at all. You started sleeping on your side now, both your Dad and I can’t believe how grown up you look when you do that. You roll over very well both ways and tummy time is super-easy now. Things you enjoy doing every day are: bouncing in your jumper, watching Baby Einstein (max 30 minutes a day!), your sock monkeys, giving hugs and big wet kisses while growling, holding your own spoon when you eat and petting your dog rex (or any dog for that matter). You definitely have a love for dogs that both me and your Dad have. I’m so happy you’re an animal lover also, but it makes me a little sad that you weren’t able to spend more time with your Big Sister Lambchop before she had to cross the Rainbow Bridge.
Last week when we were in Florida you experienced a ton of “firsts.” First time in a pool, at the beach, in the Gulf of Mexico, in the Tampa Bay, on Grandpa Z’s boat, trying a little icing (from Grandma Z– I don’t think you should have had any), getting babysat by someone other than family (Grandma Z’s neighbors Paula & Lin who are practically family) and lastly your troublemaker Grandpa Z even rubbed some Bourbon on your gums (you liked it but won’t be tasting alcohol for 20.5 more years!).
Your Dad and I grow prouder of you each and every day. We love you so much, Jackson. I can’t even remember what life was like before you blessed ours by becoming our son! Thank you again for being such a joy.