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Henry - 5 Months

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Can you believe my baby boy is already 5 months old!

I am amazed at how fast he is growing. I adore watching him thrive and become more alert each day. He talks like crazy (as you can tell from the previous videos), eats a wee bit (as you know from the previous carrot video), grasps his little toys and brings them to his mouth, rolls to his side, sleeps 10-12 hours at night and naps very little during the day, loves his new daycare, still has reflux and spits up quite a bit, loves to laugh out loud, loves the bath, and Henry still has to be swaddled to sleep at night. He is precious. I told Randall the other day that when I wake up in the morning I smile because it means God gave me another day to be Henry's Mama. I know that might sound cheesy, but I really mean it. I love hearing his little voice in the morning and seeing him smile at me when I lift him out of his bed. I stay tired and frazzled most of the time from juggling motherhood, marriage, home and work, yet I would not trade this life for anything. I love the joy and simplicity Henry provides Randall and me. Happy 5 months, sweet boy!

Abby


P.S. Randall asks for a redo on the 1 month but I told him it was a little too late. Poor baby, he looked drunk!

Comments

Kelley said…
Henry is so precious! He is really growing when you compare the pictures. I love it! I am sorry you have to deal with the reflux. Mary-Kate had that too. I had to prop her up to eat and sleep. When she started pulling up and standing, the reflux got better. I know that sounds weird, but that is what happened.
Anonymous said…
What a fine looking little guy !
I need a copy of the photo where he's sitting in high chair with a bowl of mush in front of him and he's looking at you like, "Hey, I ain't eatin' this !" Get me a shot of that one. Love ya,
Y.D.

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