5 Months

 The most common baby advice I've always heard is "Enjoy every moment, because they'll have their own family before you know it."....girl, is it true.

Harper is 5 months old today. Can you believe it? It literally feels like just yesterday I was looking into her sweet little eyes for the very first time. Today she hardly even resembles the baby I saw that day. Everything about her has changed so much; growing more and more beautiful, more and more intelligent, every single day.

Her hair is much lighter now than it was then; her eyes are a different color. Every inch of her has so much character, she actually looks like a mini toddler. She still has a tiny little body, but her arms and legs go on for miles.

The most exciting thing about her (so far) is her giant personality. She likes to get a taste of anything she can get those hands on. She'll jabber on for hours, if you let her. Her laugh is infectious. Almost anytime you look at her, she's guaranteed to have a big, toothless smile on her face.

She's starting to snuggle with her toys and she can almost sit up on her own. She loves to sleep on her side, in the most awkward, uncomfortable-looking position ever. She tries to crawl, but doesn't quite have the coordination down just yet. She thinks our dogs are hilarious and she loves her morning cartoons.

I'd be lying if I told you I don't have emotional breakdowns on a daily basis. Sometimes when she cries, I cry. Not because I'm frustrated, but because her cry sounds so different than it did those first couple of months...I miss it. Sometimes I'll just be sitting there staring at her and start crying, because I don't know what I could have possibly done to deserve her. Sometimes I miss hearing her in-womb, so I'll listen to the clip I recorded at the hospital, just before I had her...and I cry. Sometimes I cry, because I'm worried it's all just a dream and I'm going to wake up and she won't be there. Heck, I still can't read her all of I'll Love You Forever, because I cry so much I can never get through the last few pages.

Don't get me wrong, the breakdowns aren't always sentimental: Just the other day, she had such a big "blowout" diaper that the only thing I could do was cry, because I didn't even know where to start...it was everywhere. Actually, this is almost always what the non-sentimental breakdowns are over. lol

So here's to our sweet little muchkin, who we can't imagine life without. Stop growing up so fast, please.

"I'll love you forever. I'll like you for always. As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."

-Until next time.