Usually around the turn of a new month I officially declare Max's 1/2 month birthday. Not that I celebrate this, I just start saying that he is 5 1/2 months, rather than just 5. Hey, at least I don't talk in weeks.
Max's newest talent is the ability to roll from back to front, which he mastered this past Wednesday (or at least showed us ha ha). He continues to love to put everything in his mouth. Eric calls it Max's game of "Can I Shove It In My Mouth?"
He is also currently in love with his jumper that he is borrowing from his BFF Teddy.
Speaking of friends, Max gained 2 new ones in the month of June. Here he is playing with my friend Tiff's new baby Wes. By playing I obviously meaning hitting, because boys will be boys.
Max's other new friend Mira was born last week to my friend Sarah. Max and Mira share a few things in common though: they both came early with a sweet tan and both names begin with M :) Since Mira is a girl, Max decided to be a gentlemen (or a total flirt) and put his arm around her instead of smacking. What a guy.
Max also thinks if he looks the other way we won't notice him putting the moves on a 9 day old baby… c'mon Max.
So Max continues to be both hilarious, and a delight.
As for his mom? I'm a bit of a wild card. I think we can all agree that I went into motherhood with realistic expectations. I never once expected it to be all sunshine and rainbows. In fact, I have always declared that I wanted to miraculously be the dad so I could skip the whole pregnancy and breastfeeding aspect of parenthood. Clearly, nothing has changed my mind about that. I love Max. I love spending time with him, I love reading to him, I love making him laugh, I love seeing him accomplish new things. I do not love: losing sleep, having no time to myself at all, needing to put in 7x the amount of effort that should be required to get in a workout, having my "break" from the baby be carrying around a pump and finding a place to pump then washing the pump parts etc, trying to do research on the best way to do x, y and z and finding out over and over that there is no best way so you just have to try 67 things but also don't forget to be consistent somehow while doing 67 things because consistency is key… whew. I could go on, but I won't.
I get it. It comes with the territory, if you want the good you have to put in the effort. There are so many things that I love to do that I don't love every second of the day every time (teaching kindergarten, being married, owning a house, even going on vacation is not sunshine and rainbows all the time!) But this will not stop me from throwing a minor hissy fit when I do all these things for Max and Eric watches him for one morning while I'm at work and he decides to choose that moment to roll over the other way. Sigh. The rational side of me knows that it doesn't matter who was there the "first time" he does everything because no matter what it is going to be so exciting the first time I see it. I also know that while I should be with Max quite a bit this summer, I still won't be with him every second of the time (nor should I be) so who knows what I will see/miss and that is life.
So that is where I am. And if you are going to start your comment with "just wait" followed by any kind of negative comment such as "until Max is walking and you are even more exhausted," please resist. I need some positivity at the moment :) Please and thank you.