My dear, sweet Archer,
Today, you are five months old.
You’re becoming less and less the yummy, fatty blob you once were.
You love to bat the pacifier out of your mouth and then try to grab it with your fist. You’re still working out the details, though, so you do it really slowly and deliberately, like a turtle.
This month, I had to go to Dallas for work for five days; you went with me. Traveling alone with a baby – and especially one that can’t sit on the nasty airport floor while I put my boots back on – is not especially easy. I packed a small suitcase for us, but a few of your things didn’t make it in. I bought you some outfits and a tiny lovey blanket when we got to Omi’s. You love the super soft blankie, but on the occasion that you pull it up over your nose, you get frantic and cry.
You wake up happy most mornings, but your happy period is still less than an hour at this point. By the time you and Daddy drop me off at work, you’re either asleep or screaming. Just in the past two days, though, it seems like you’ve fallen asleep a tiny bit easier at night. You still fight sleep, but it seems like you might (might) be sleeping more soundly in your hammock these days.
Or maybe not.
You’re still nursing, and I’m still pumping, but the pumping is getting less and less frequent because of my work schedule this fall. We haven’t given you any solid foods yet, but we will in the next few weeks. You’re such a tiny peanut. You remind me a lot of Kieran when he was your age. Minus all the screaming. :)
You really like TV. That’s an obvious difference between you and your siblings. They didn’t really care about TV at your age. Your attention span for an animated show on Nick Jr. is really pretty astounding. This is a really good thing for Momma and Daddy when we need to meet the needs of your brothers or sister. Thanks for that, fourth child.
And final child.
I wasn’t sure immediately after you were born that you were my last child. I’m sure now. I love you so much, and I am absolutely, positively certain that I cannot spread myself any thinner than I happily spread myself for you and your siblings.
You are the sweet ending. I am happy to finally know you.
I love you, my littlest boy.
Momma
