Smilla: month five

If I had to put a label on month five I would definitely call it the month of spit. As Smilla is getting ready for her first tooth to come in she has started drooling everywhere. Wether its cute tiny bubbles, spaghetti-like strings of spit that ever so slowly make their way to the ground, or "I hope it's not rabies"-foam - she has mastered them all. And then, Smilla and I (mostly her though) got spit on by an alpaca on her first trip to the zoo. It's funny how, when you become a mother you become completely oblivious to how disgusting bodily fluids are. A mother's love apparently does not care about moisture. 

If you were to open up a baby’s head — and I am not for a moment suggesting that you should — you would find nothing but an enormous drool gland.
— Dave Barry

In month five Smilla took her first trip to the beach and stuck her tiny toes in the sand - she frowned upon it; finally(!) the girl laughs out loud when I give her raspberries; she is trying really  hard to sit on her own and Mama & Papa can't help but giggle when she falls to the side; she mastered gripping and not only is she reaching for everything, but also holding on to dear life once she has put her little fingers around it; also in month five Smilla has started to follow Lars with her eyes and hands and is getting really frustrated that she can't crawl after him (yet), despite her trying. 

This is what I've learned in month 5

I'm beautiful & I will give myself all the time it takes to return to my pre-baby body - I can't believe it took me 5 months to come to this conclusion. There is never enough time in the day to get everything done and then play - so now, we play first!  I will become a master in DIY sensory toys - I love you Pinterest. It is never too soon to start building a tipi for her. You don't have to always have a spit cloth handy - toilet paper, kitchen towels, scarves, sleeves, my hand - it all works. No this is not a hickey on my breast - Smilla didn't find the nipple in the dark. I know now why parents constantly say "Oh my she is growing up so fast" - it's because "Oh my she is growing up sooooo fast!". When Truman and I sing Edward Sharpe's "Man on Fire" for her, my heart totally lights up - every time.