my little munchkin,

you are 5 months old today. that means you're almost 6 months old, which means you're gonna be a year old soon! aaaahhhh!!!! i know i say this all the time, but you are getting so big! you usually tower over the other babies in your age group we randomly encounter, but that comes from your daddy; everyone in his family is tall. developmentally, you're getting a little ahead of yourself, little lady. you can sit up by yourself a lot longer, you can grab things and hold them by yourself [and put them in your mouth], and you can roll over now! changing your diaper and getting you dressed has become an olympic event. you're just so busy trying to get to other things and see what is what. i don't know what we're gonna do with you once you start crawling and walking. crawling. you are certainly trying to get there. anytime you're on your tummy, you get on your little elbows or up on your hands and rock back and forth. it's the cutest thing.

you know, it wasn't that long ago that you were my little cuddle bug who would sit perfectly still and just stare at me while i held you and talked to you for what seemed like hours about life in general. now, i'm lucky to get through one round of the ABC song without you trying to squiggle your little butt out of the way and onto something else. peek-a-boo, which you absolutely love, is the only time i can get you to focus on one thing.

since you sleep all night, we have officially moved you into the nursery. no more bassinet next o mommy and daddy. last night was the first night of you sleeping in your crib the WHOLE night and it was clearly a lot harder for me than for you. daddy chose last night to start you off since it was the eve of your 5th-month birthday. so, after your bath and 8:00 feeding, we took you up to your pretty little room and into your crib you went. daddy played a few chords on his guitar and you were down for the count. as always, you looked too cute. now, daddy and i were supposed to go off to our own bedroom and do mommy and daddy stuff, but i sat outside your door for HOURS just crying and hoping you would wake up and cry for me. but you didn't. you slept all damn night without a peep. but when you woke up this morning and saw me standing there, you smiled and giggled and was so happy as if you hadn't seen me in years. here's a little secret: when you do that, it makes mommy's innards feel all warm and tingly.

we have been letting you try a variety baby foods but you don't seem to be ready for it. the only foods you seem to enjoy are the fruits, especially the bananas and pears mixed together, but you're even fickle about those. i am very attached to nursing you so i am not at all disappointed that you don't like those other foods yet. that's a special time that only you and i can share, so i know i'm gonna have a really hard time giving that up. i don't know what i'd do if i couldn't stay at home with you all day. give kisses to daddy for having a good job and taking care of us.

your grandparents visit very often and send you gifts even more, all in an effort to spoil you rotten [as if we needed any help with that]. we don't even have anymore room in your nursery to fit all of your clothes and toys, so you've got a whole other room that's filled with nothing but ava's stuff. i keep telling them not to do that because you're still so young and won't have a chance to wear and play with a lot of the things they send you, but it's like talking to a wall. with you getting to be such a busy body, it is a good thing we have lots of things to keep you entertained.

okay, i have a few issues with you. first, when daddy takes pictures of you, you are the perfect little angel i know you are, but whenever we plan a day to have professional pictures taken, you show your little ass. while i simply adore all the pictures we have taken at home and at the park, those are not professional! you could be one of the babies on display we see every time we walk into that damn studio. for real, for real? those other babies ain't got nothin' on you, boo. you're model material.

also, you make this loud squealing noise very randomly for no reason at all. the first time you did it, it scared the shit out of me. then, it was cute. now, it's just loud.

i thought bathtime would get easier as you got older, and you had me going for a while, but you do not like to get your little butt cleaned. i give you toys and try to distract you as much as i can, but you are just not having it. this is the only time you cry angrily. your face gets all red and you clench your little fists and kick and kick and kick. it's okay though. i understand that you don't like bathtime and crying and kicking mommy in the gut is the only way you know how to communicate your frustrations with me. so, i think we're just gonna let daddy do nighttime baths and i'll just give you a quick wash in the mornings.

littleface, little face. you are a such an unbelievably incredible baby. i'm so amazed and fascinated by all the little things you do and the amount of joy and happiness to my life. every day, i have some new and refreshing experience with you and i wouldn't give that up for anything in this world. you are and always will be my sweet little girl. and i love you so so so very much.

hugs and kisses and more kisses,

mommy

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