Month 5

Wrennie is 5 Months old now, and I went and got her weighed and measured again. She is 19 lbs 3 oz and 26 inches long. Yep, 95th percentile again. Just like the garbage bag commercial.."Hefty, hefty, hefty!" Right now she is napping. I have started letting her cry herself to sleep for naps, and it is mostly working. It's still hit or miss for bedtime. But at least she is going to bed earlier at night, around 8pm. We tried really hard to get her off of the 9-10pm bedtime. Time changes can do that to a kid though.

She is also getting better at eating her cereal. It's helping her continue to sleep through the night. And this morning I got a special treat. Not only did she sleep from 8:30pm-5am, but Kenton offered to get up with her and feed her and put her back down again for another couple of hours. And then he went to work. What a sweetheart. She woke up again at 7am when I got up, but a noise must have scared her, so Dad gave her a pre-goodbye cuddle.

As you can see, she was pretty sad. Something about the angle of the picture makes her look huge, like, really long. Sometimes when I rock her, or she has fallen asleep on my shoulder, I look at us together in the mirror and can't believe how massive this baby looks on me.

Wrennie, myself and Cara went to go visit a brand new baby yesterday. She was soooo sweet and sooo tiny...she weighed 6 lbs 13 oz at birth. I held her, and had to keep looking down to make sure she was still in my arms because she felt so light after months of holding my large and in charge child. Although this 5 day old baby is so beautiful and precious, I was so happy to give her back and take home my 5 month old. I don't say that in a rude way, I mean I am afraid of newborns and I don't want to have another one in my care again for a long time! Yes, maybe motherhood was a little rougher at the start than I had anticipated. But I am so excited and feel very lucky to have so many great friends that are also moms around me to talk to and spend time with.

I guess not much else is new with her. We are just gearing up to move....mentally. We haven't actually done anything yet like packing or cleaning. Why clean now? I can just save it for the big clean at the end. And we will be getting all of the boxes from Cam's move into the apartment. We are helping him and Andrea move their stuff in tomorrow. How exciting! Their wedding is coming up really soon. I am planning her party (which I think is going to be a blast) and trying not to think about a speech. Public speaking is scary...I know my Dad is already sweating about it too. Him and I are one in the same.

In my excitement to move, I have been dropping heavy objects onto the floor of Wrennie's room and our room, creating big thumps. It's part of my parting affection towards Bob Dylan downstairs. I get this revengeful gene from my mom. Remember my earlier post about her neighbour problems when I was a baby? I asked her about it the other day, and she filled me in. It was worse than I thought.

Get this, the neighbour's youngest son across the street from my parents had scattered his car parts across their lawn one day. Result: My mom yelling at them to get it all off.

They had also left broken beer bottles across their front sidewalk. Result: My mom telling the parents in that home, and their son was made to come clean it all up.

Another time, my mom woke up in the middle of the night to a scratching sort of sound at the front door. The youngest son was fiddling with the front door lock with toothpicks (to probably try to break in). Result: My mom whipping the door open, (scaring the crap out of said idiot) and screaming at him to go away and threatening to call the police. I think she did many times.

And there were the parties. They would have all- nighter parties that would drive my mom insane. Result: Before caller ID was popular, (she had their phone number) she would call their house at 7am and let it ring until some hungover household member would answer and then she would hang up. And then she would repeat that 5 more times. I LOVE that. I wish I had our neighbours numbers!! That is so funny to me, I sit here laughing just imagining her doing that. That is so her.

But to top it all off, this was all happening at a time when my dad was still working for...oh darn, I can't remember, Dresser? an oil company I think? He was out of town a lot, sometimes for a month or two at a time. So my poor mom was alone when idiot guy was trying to break in, or these parties were going on, and she would have to freak out on them on her own. Scary!

So I guess in comparison I really haven't had it as bad...that is pretty bad!

Nonetheless, Friday night + nice weather = party and loud music tonight. We give up. They win. YOU WIN jerkface neighbours!

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