Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Five months

My baby girl turns five months old today... Yup...Five months of sleepless nights... Five months of being covered in spit up... Five months of adjusting to the seemingly bipolar moods of an infant... Five months of being a mom...

And I love it!

People told me that I would, but as my belly grew bigger and my confidence grew smaller, I doubted whether I was cut out for a challenge like this... They told me that the first smile would make it all worth it, and as I held a screaming, colicky one week old baby that refused to eat and refused to sleep, I wondered if maybe it was some kind of cosmic joke.

But they were right... And I'm glad they were.

As she sits in my lap and burrows her head into my shirt, I can't help but think that I'm getting the chance to grow up again. When I see the world through her eyes, the novelty hasn't worn off, the cynicism hasn't crept in. She finds more excitement out of a post-it note than I've been able to muster out of a lot of my days. So, why not embrace the experience? Why not marvel at a post-it note?

Therefore, I've decided to keep a log of our adventures, the good, the bad, and everything in between.  So, feel free to join us as we undertake this exciting, crazy and often messy job of growing up... AGAIN!