somehow, i've suddenly found myself raising a five month old baby girl. not only that, but she is growing so fast it blows my mind. she's beautiful. and delightful. and so completely delicious i could eat her up.
our sweet lila fern looks every part her daddy, and wants nothing but her momma.
she is an answered prayer and my wildest dream come true. if i accomplish nothing more in life than making her feel treasured, i will be completely satisfied.
at five months old, here are some things we are loving:
the wake up smiles
the "ooooo's"
the confusion over that rice cereal we shove in your mouth
the little feet that curl around whatever they touch
the drool - oh, the drool
the outside swing
the giggles
the bath time splashes
the baby bjorn walks
the play mat
the bubbles you blow
the tummy time
the frantic whine you deliver in between boobs
the peak-a-boo book
the wubba nub at nap and night time
the sophie face chew