My little buddy is 5 months old today!
To celebrate he ate a giant piece of chocolate cake.
OK, I lie. It was actually a giant helping of stage 1 {read: liquid} pears.
He was very pleased.
The other day I was looking at pictures of JW as an infant. I wanted to cuddle with him again as a wee newborn. I could smell the baby lotion through the picture, like a scratch and sniff sticker. For a second I had forgotten how HARD those first weeks were when I was wishing he was not an infant, but a frisky 4 yr old. 
Now I try to savor EVERY moment because this kid is in the growing-up-too-fast lane.
I love him.
