When I brought him home from the hospital it was world rocking. Admittedly, I prayed to the baby gods that he would mature a little bit. I mean, I was an exhausted first time mom. He nursed & nurses & nursed for what seemed like all day. When he wasn't nursing he was crying & after trying 20 different things he would just stop. This was an every 2 hour ordeal. It was maddening. Now he's 5 months old & I am praying to keep him a baby for just a little bit longer-- stretch out the days, the months... Come on baby gods work some magic for me again, pleaseeee.
As I'm writing this I can't believe it's even the same kid I prayed about months ago & how time can change so many things. This month my baby doesn't look like a newborn anymore-- he's just a baby now. A baby who is rolling over & almost ready to crawl. A baby who laughs when you make faces. A baby who sticks out his tongue & attempts to blow raspberries. A baby who grabs & picks up things with such ease. A baby who now sits in a high chair & eats cereal-- & then takes a bath & intentionally splashes his feet because it's funny. (His personality is really coming full circle.)
I can't make time stop. I can't put it in a bottle but it won't stop me from being wishful. Happy 5 months Kade!! 
