Five Months Old

Dear Jack,

Your five month birthday was yesterday. You also stayed with a sitter in the evening for the first time. Yes, that means that after five months, your dad and I got to go out on a date.

When I think about going that long without an evening alone with your dad, five months seems like forever. When I think about how it was five months ago yesterday that you were born, five months seems like a blink of an eye.

Isn't it funny how time works?

Love,
Mom

Jack o' Lantern

Dear Jack,

Your best hope is that I grow tired of these little plays on words before you start school.


Love,
Mom

Anyone Seen Labyrinth Lately?

Dear Jack,

You remind me of the babe.


Love,
Mom

Cereal

Dear Jack,

Guess who started eating cereal last Saturday?

Guess who still stays up until midnight and wakes up again at two thirty and then five in the morning?

Guess that whole cereal will make 'em sleep through the night business is overstated, huh?

Love,
Mom

In Favor of Bottles

Dear Jack,

I do still love nursing you. But now that you are four months old and we're doing a mix of breast milk and formula, I have to say, there are times when you having a bottle... especially you holding your own bottle... is a blessing.

Love,
Mom

A Little Help

Dear Jack,

After learning how to make crinkly taggie squares for you and seeing how much you liked them, I thought I would make some to take up to the church for Harvest Fest.

You thought this was a grand idea and really enjoyed helping me out. You even managed to find the crinkly material on the table to sample.


What did I ever do without you?

Love,
Mom

Yelling at Babies?

Dear Jack,

As a general rule, I don't think adults should yell at children. There are exceptions, of course: fire, walking into busy streets, juggling knives, mostly safety issues.

Also as a general rule, I think most of those exceptions don't really apply to babies. Who ever needed to yell at a baby for going into the street? In fact, I really couldn't think of a single reason why an adult should yell at a baby. Ever.

Then you bit me.

You may not have teeth, son, but wow that hurt.

I yelled. You stopped.

Let's not do that again, okay?

Love,
Mom