+ Mixed feelings +
You're already growing up too fast. I love that you have this wonderful personality coming through. I love that we get winning smiles as you try to crawl, or giggle when you spot us in the mirror, or talk to yourself in the mornings alone in your crib. But I miss the teeny-tiny baby that came home... just a little.

There's a new baby at daycare. His name is Caleb, and he's two months old. Just looking at him reminded me of not-so-long-ago when you were that little (or moreso). Not only does it make me realize how much you've already grown, but it makes me sad that you're not "the baby" anymore. Someone else's baby gets to make all the rounds in Maria's arms for the Ooohs and Aaaahs of the other teachers. And you will be in a bouncy chair somewhere while it's happening. I know this is all the natural progression of things and I wouldn't trade the months of watching you grow up already for anything. It's a bittersweet thing I think I'll have to get used to. The thought of you graduating from high school gives me a cold sweat.

Anyway. You had a nice weekend. You spent Saturday evening with Grandpa and Grandma and showed that you really are in another growth spurt. Great. Well, you're going to get some more formula. You'll be 6 months in a week, so I don't feel horribly about this. I just can't pump enough for your normal needs, let alone a growth spurt. I will keep pumping the max my body will allow (and some mornings now I'm getting 4-5 oz. easily out of one side with some careful planning), but if I can't get enough, I am allowing myself to give you formula. I just need to figure out what kind is best now. There are too many darn choices.

There's a new afternoon person at daycare. I'll meet her this afternoon. I hope I like her. I'll really miss Kate; you and I gave her a thank you card last Friday. Too bad you won't remember her. :(