Since the invention of DVR on TV I can't stand to watch commercials anymore. Now that you can fast forward through them, it is painful to watch Live TV and have to endure them.
I'd like you all to think of my blogging absence as skipping the commercials.
In the life of an infant, 1.5 months is very very long. Many giant leaps can happen. Motor skills develop. New sounds emerge. Clothes are outgrown.
So many things have happened in the life of Lewis that I can barely keep up.
Let me catch you up, fast forward now that he is 5 months and 3 weeks old!
- we have rolling over
- wearing 6-9 month clothes
- getting very *handsy* with hair, glasses, straps on one's bra, other babies
- bbbbbbbb, fffffffff and high pitched terradactyl singing
- infectious giggles and smiles and silliness
- FOOD! We are starting baby led weaning a little earlier than the recommended 6 months as Lew ticks all the boxes, can sit in highchair, interested in food (ours!), can put things purposefully in his mouth.
I am filled with odd pride when I see him tucking into toast like a proper person. It is as if suddenly, it dawns on me that he is a tiny human, not just a baby.
He was to start in nursery 2 days a week and we bailed. Too chicken and too attached and too not necessary. Revisit in September when he is a big boy of 11 months
What else has shifted is us as parents. We are starting to *get* him a bit more and we are (to borrow a phrase from my pal Rhona) both in love with the same little person. It is like the perfect complete shared and engrossing hobby that you are both crazy about.
And that's nothing to fast forward. I really want to just pause.