Friends, I'm writing this blog as a way to inform all of you about the happenings of Mr. Caleb Carter Pelerin, aka Baby CC, Pelambre, Pancho, Munchkin, or any other name he's called. It's also a way for me to record all of the new things he does or how i feel on any specific day. I've been reading Operating Instructions: A Journal Of My Son's First Year by Anne Lamott and in her book she documents her son's first year and the incredible adventure that is and it inspired me to finally create this blog so that i can look back and remember my personal journey with the new love of my life. Hope you all enjoy it.

It's another snow storm only to be followed by yet...another snow storm. The snow is beautiful but i think i'm ready for the Spring so that Caleb and I can take long walks along the river, or a short walk to the park. I guess it's for the best since he'll be 7 months or so when the Spring really gets under way and he'll be able to really enjoy things. He's 4 months now. Will be 5 months on Wednesday and ever since he was born he's been independent. It's more obvious now that this is a kid who will troubleshoot through his life just fine. I give that credit to his dad since i know with 100% certainty that the independent gene did NOT come from me. Neither did that "chilled out" gene. He's a mixture of me physically and his father's temperament. Thank goodness. Although when he's fussy, or hungry, it's all me. Things must be done now, now, NOW. Oy! Nevertheless, he's an amazing kid. Hilarious and so intelligent. He's right on schedule with his motor skills and even ahead with some like picking up his legs and grabbing his feet only to suck on his toes. That's a daily activity. He's turning over and getting his arms out from under him so easily it's a little scary and he's even sleeping on his side. As i watch him pass every milestone in what seems 2 minutes, i often ask myself and out loud to Ernest, when he's there, WHAT'S HAPPENED TO OUR BABY? To which he replies, "nothing." Of course nothing but it feels like one day i brought him home from the hospital completely dependent of us, and now he's so ready to sit up on his own and screaming at the top of his lungs "mamamamamamamamamamamamamamama" (i'm pretending he's already saying mamma) that i don't quite remember what happened in between or where that time went. I tried to enjoy every second of those months but there just wasn't enough time. So now here we are at almost 5 months and he's less and less a baby. He doesn't really enjoy being held. He wants to sit on the floor with us (well, mostly his dad, if we're being honest) and play. I'm convinced that the first sentence he speaks will be, "i'm a grown man, i can do whatever i want!" Well, i'm sure i'll hear that at some point in his life. He's teething now. He's really been teething since he was about 3 months but now there's actual progress. You can see the little white cap on his gums. It makes Caleb so cranky. He's an absolute trooper, though. He still sleeps almost through the night, still is able to play and laugh and have a great time. I wish i had his bravery and strength in my normal life. At the moment he's at home with the babysitter and next week he will be starting Day Care. UGH! That's a whole other blog conversation. I'm heading home now to see that little angel. Catch you all later.