22 weeks (5 months)

Mr. Pants,

I tricked you into rolling over! July 1st, down in the baby book! I don't care that you had no idea what you were doing. You rolled over stomach to back! I had you on my bed watching me. I am very entertaining. I flail my arms, skip, dance like poisoned monkey, and all while singing songs from The Wizard of Oz just to get you to laugh. I was well into my normal routine, your eyes locked with mine, and I moved so I was just out of your eyesight. BOOM! You turned to keep watching me. That is when I really started freaking out. I was screaming, jumping, tripping over my feet, clapping my hands, generally any type of behavior that would land me in a mental institution. I scooped you up in my arms and we danced around the house together. I was so excited. Of course no one else was home to witness it and you haven't rolled since. You are probably terrified that mommy the insane will reemerge. Just remember that she loves you.

Last doctors visit she told me to let you cry it out at night. I think you heard her and actually thought I might do it. (Silly rabbit, you should know by now that I could never let you cry). Since that visit you have been progressively sleeping longer, consistently about 6 hours a night. Of course, you occasionally will sleep with me but for the most part you are making headway. It is amazing actually. You will start rubbing your eyes, give you a binky and a nite-nite, and two seconds later you're out. Same thing happens at nap time. Speaking of nap time, Auntie B has got you on a schedule. Woah, man. She gets pretty frustrated when I am home on the weekends because all routine flies out the window. During the week, you usually nap from 9:30-11 then again from 1:30-3. We freestyle a little more. There is too much playing to be done.

You have very good control over those pesky hands of yours. You like to play the Dropping game. I will be holding you on my hip and you will be sucking away on a toy. Then you drop it. I pick it up. Chew, chew, drop. You would think I would stop picking it up. Yeah, I tried that. You get all squirmy and start babbling until I pick it up and give it to you again. I am your trained seal. You put everything in your mouth. Doesn't matter what it is. You start sucking on the top, then bottom, then the side, then the other side. No part is left unslimed. Last night I gave you this little rubber duck that squeaks. I turned around for one second and its entire head was in your mouth. Just the little duck butt and squeaker sticking out.

My favorite time of day is when I get home from work. I spend all day thinking about you, wondering what you are doing, trying to remember how you smell. Sometimes I have to look at pictures of you to make myself smile. Then I recklessly drive home, run in the door, and race to find you in the house. Your face lights up and you break out into a huge smile when you see me. It is my favorite time. My gratification that you missed me as much as I missed you. When you smile sometimes you get shy and hide behind shoulders or your hands then will peek through to make sure I am still there. Yes, my love, I will always be right there.

I love you everyday,

Your Momma