And A Little About Running

My running is greatly dependent upon my sleep.

My sleep is greatly dependent upon the cub.

Those of you who live in cooler states won't really understand this - but when the temperature (the low) gets below 70 for the first time in about five months - that's when I really look forward to a run. Last Friday, a cool front (meaning the high would only be in the low-90s) came through making our Saturday morning temperatures in the high-60s! I was so excited to run on Saturday morning; however, sleeping was not on the agenda for little cub on Friday night and he decided he wanted to see me every 90 minutes.

Me awake every 90 minutes = NO RUN.

Even before I had cub, I would get a little upset if for some reason I couldn't make it out on a morning that was cool - especially after a long summer of hot running.

I made up for Saturday by running both Sunday and Monday mornings (because cub decided to sleep a little better). They were cooler, but not as cool as Saturday. I'm really looking forward to some cooler temperatures and some longer runs (and also some sleep).

Dear Cash - 5 Months

Dear baby Cash,

You're certainly NOT a little baby anymore.

You're growing bigger and stronger everyday. I often look back at the pictures I took of you when you were two and three months old (when I thought you were already SO big) and you've grown so much.

We had many adventures this month. You got your four month vaccinations with little incident, you started rolling over (one direction anyway), started teething, had visits from MorMor, Dadoo, Bubie, Gigi and Nana, are now taking a bottle like a real pro and going back and forth between sleeping many hours (7 - 5) and waking up every 90 minutes.

We still go swimming every afternoon that the weather allows. You now enjoying pushing your legs off the side of the pool and sliding across the bottom. You also love being on your stomach in the pool and reaching for your toys.

Anything and everything you can get your hands on goes immediately into your mouth - doesn't matter if it's a toy, a Kleenex or a cat ear. Your dad and I enjoy watching you try to put odd shaped objects in your mouth.

You now smile and laugh all the time. It's fairly easy to get you to giggle and you enjoy trying to make us smile too. You are developing quite a little sense of humor. I never could have imagined that another person's smile would bring me so much joy. The thought of you makes your father and I euphoric - you are a little baby drug.

Also this month, you've really started to notice the animals. Mouser is actually the sweetest and most gentle with you. He is very tolerant of you pulling on his skin, fur, ears and feet. Cartman is not so fond of you and runs away to the furthest part of the couch whenever you are on it; however, you will lunge after him if given the opportunity.

Here are a couple of pictures:


I cannot believe that next month you will be 6 months old. Time is going by entirely too quickly, but I do enjoy watching you grow and do new things.

Please be sweet to your dad and me and please don't grow up to quickly.

I love you so much,
Your mom

Just Some Fun Pictures

Today we had a visit from Dadoo, MorMor, Bubie and Tom (Bubie's fiance).

Cashman had a fantastic time playing and I took (not surprisingly) a record number of pictures (Buttin says that we would have gone broke months ago if we were still in the days of film).

I know I post a lot of cute and sweet pictures of the Cub, but some of my favorite pictures are the ones where he's making really silly faces, here's a combination of sweet and funny.

Here is Cash and Dadoo - it's a sweet one:


Here is MorMor and Cash - I love the expression on Cub's face, it's so full of joy. He's actually looking at Buttin:


Here's a silly face picture of Cash with Bubie:


This one is so sweet, he's looking up at his MorMor:


Here's a funny one in the pool:

A Little Poem For My Son

Sprinkle, Sprinkle little cub.
You peed a little in your tub.
Sleep in your bed till at least maybe four
and tomorrow you'll see Dadoo and MorMor.

Hook'em Horns, Cash!

Baby Free Friday - Screw It

I want to post pictures of my son and since it's MY blog, I'm saying screw it to Baby Free Friday.

Quick Programming Note

Buttin has been coping with a close family member's sudden critical illness the past couple of days. I've been trying to help.

A cousin (who is like a big brother) of Buttin's was airlifted to a hospital on Tuesday morning (although it feels like forever ago) with an extremely aggressive infection. It's been a cycle of "he's getting better" and "he's getting worse" for the past couple of days. Last night, he took a bad turn and had surgery to remove his leg. This morning things are looking better as his vital organs start to recover.

The randomness of it all is just so frightening (he is an otherwise healthy adult), but we are hopeful and optimistic.

All of this to say, I know my blog posts have been (and will continue to be) relatively short.

As we continue waiting for news -- I hug Graby and Buttin a little tighter and try to appreciate every moment (however sleepless) and not take anything for granted.

WHAT?

What do you mean you didn't get any sleep last night?