Ben just turned 5 months old. He's started teething, he's beginning to eat solid foods (banana is his favorite so far), and he's breaking into his 9-12 mo. clothes. He's laughing at (some of) our attempts at baby humor, and, although it could be my imagination, I think he's starting to respond to his name. *awe*
When I'm able to let go of my fears and anxieties for him, I'm filled with boundless love and joy for this boy, and a deep sense of gratitude that he came to be with us (even if he did wake us up at 12:30, 2:30 and 4:30 last night).
Mah bebe: