Wyatt is 5 months old today. I can't believe an entire month has passed, and at the same time, so much has changed it seems like it's been forever.
It's been a big month. He rolled over. He found his feet. He took a bottle. He now sleeps with his arms unbundled. We're currently working on his legs, but since the Discovery of The Wondrous Feet, that's been a little difficult. It'll come though.
His sleeping and napping schedule have gone through several phases, he went from napping for 2 1/2 hours in the morning, followed by shorter naps in the afternoon, to all 45 min naps all the time. I didn't stress too much, I was sure it was just another phase, as evidenced by his lack of dirty diapers. I have noticed the correlation, the minute he goes on a poop strike I know he's going to soon reach another developmental milestone. For three weeks straight he went once a week. It doesn't seem to bother him, but watch out, because it turns him into a real live stink bomb. There are times when I could SWEAR that didn't come out of him, there's no possible way such a stench could come out of something so adorable, but it does.
In the last week he's slowly started to take longer naps again in the morning, but it's unpredictable. On Wednesday he slept for three solid hours, and then Thursday and Friday were filled with nothing but 30 min naps. He is down for the night by 7:30 or 8, and is also starting to phase out of his habit of waking up 45 minutes later to cry, something I'm quite happy about. I hate listening to him, and he's clearly tired and wants to go back to sleep, but for one reason or another can't. I don't think it's anything we've done really, I think he's getting old enough to start soothing himself. He doesn't cry at naptime anymore, just throws around the duck I got him for Easter and talks to himself before nodding off. It's wonderful.
Another big step (for me) was leaving him for an extended period of time. I made it, he made it, and Caleb seemed to enjoy spending the day alone with him. Wyatt announced his excitement of seeing me by pooping, for the first time in a week, and it went out each leg hole and up to his neck. We had to wash his clothes, the changing pad, and our bedspread. When I was knee deep in the cleaning process, Caleb laughed, patted my back and said, "Welcome home, honey!"
A half an hour before Wyatt's bed time every night we start what Caleb and I now dub "The Process", which consists of me bathing him and then handing him off to Caleb who rubs his little body down with lotion, puts him in his pajamas, reads him a story or two, and then hands him off to me to nurse him and put him in his crib. We all enjoy this little ritual, and the second I lay Wyatt on our bed to undress him he gets wiggly and arm-flappy and squawky. He loves bath time.
He's fascinated with the water as I pour it on him, and likes to put his hand, fingers spread, underneath the stream. Sometimes he just feels it, and other times he seems dead set on somehow maneuvering that stream directly to his mouth, just like everything else these days. Toys, cell phones, remotes, paper, keys, guns, knives....
Alright, I'm just kidding on those last two. But if it were in reach, he would. He's a grabber. Baby-proofing the house is going to become an art form, I can tell.
When we were in Carlsbad Caleb was barbecuing some hamburgers for lunch. He put his bun on a plate and walked outside to put the hamburger on, but not before Wy got his hands on it.
He snatched a piece and took it straight to his mouth. Sneaky little dude.
His personality is starting to show, and he's developing a little sense of humor. He laughs the hardest when things are suspenseful, like when he knows I'm about to tickle him. The suspense kills him. He's also starting to respond to his name, which has been really fun to see.
Though he's only rolling front to back, he's still able to move around a bit on his own. The other day I went in to get him from his nap and he'd taken a 90 degree turn to the left and was completely perpendicular to the mattress. Also, his sock was out of the bundle, and I'm not completely sure how that happened. Those socks though, seriously. I think I put his right sock back on his foot at least 100 times a day. As soon as I put it back on, he's grabbing for it again. Now that it's warming up a bit I think I'm going to give up on socks.
He's such a good little guy, and we are constantly expressing our gratitude for him. He's happy, cries very little, and is the most rewarding thing we've ever done.
What did we do without him? I don't even know.