Fussy Gussy

So I held Owen today. All. Day. Long. I mean, I love my baby to pieces, but sometimes it gets frustrating to get nothing else done.

And he loves me. Exclusively. I'm flattered, really. He far prefers me to every other human being he knows. It won't always be this way. I know, because although it seems like it was last week he was born, in reality he turned five months old today.

He is usually an incredibly contented little baby. Maybe he is teething. I'm not sure. But lately, he has been pretty clingy. I can moan and groan about it, but the fact is, you just have to love them through it and do the best you can.

I was going to fix homemade minestrone soup tonight. Instead, I sat with, sang to, rocked, and nursed (and nursed and nursed and nursed) Owen. When 4:30 rolled around, I called Trever, apologetic, and started to explain I had not yet started cooking dinner. He told me not to worry about it, he would pick something up on his way home. He is amazing.

I try to remind myself this too will pass. And while he needs extra mommy time, that is what he shall get. In the meantime, I am trying to think of creative ways to cook and clean and teach the older children their lessons while holding a little chunky baby. He may turn out to be a spelling prodigy.

And, thankfully, all of my sweet older children enjoy taking a turn with him.



Although lately, he's not having it. Still, it gives me a moment to go potty without holding a five month old on my lap at the same time. *sigh*

Still, there is no job out there that pays as well, with toothless smiles, slobbery kisses, sweet baby laughter and snugly snoozes together. I get to kiss chubby cheeks and sweet, pearly toes. Nope, I wouldn't trade (even this phase!) for anything.