Five Months Gone

Five months ago today, I gave birth to my little man, Mr. Bean.  I'm not quite sure how the time passed so quickly.  I don't remember my Monkey's first five months flying by in such a blur, but perhaps that is because I was able to laze away the days with her, visit friends here and there, nip about to shops and whatnot in Tokyo, only needing to try to get home by the time my husband was finished with work.  Or not.

This time, poor Mr. Bean has been wheeled here, there, and everywhere in attempts to keep up with his sister's packed schedule.  Preschool on Monday, Wednesday, Friday...psychologist (to work on attention problems due to her epilepsy issues) on Tuesdays, speech therapist (again, due to the epilepsy issues) on Thursdays.  Appointments with the neurologist, ENT, and regular pediatrician on a fairly regular basis.  Is this why second children tend to be more relax and chilled out?  I would think it would make them more tense and high-strung.  The schedule has certainly had that effect on me!

All is for Monkey's benefit, though, and we're starting to see it pay off a bit.  She is still a handful...but today she asked (as in used an 'up' inflection) for 'More cake?'  This is good progress, being that she is about a year behind in her speech development and until two months ago, was only a one-word-user.  Funnily, she started using the word 'please' to indicate that she wants something.  As in 'Please milk.'  I love this, but apparently this is taboo in the world of speech therapy, as 'please' can encompass too many useful words she needs to start using to differentiate what she wants and needs.  Baby steps.

How terrible.  This should be a post about my son turning five months old today, and yet it has turned into a post about his big sister who will likely demand a bit more than her share of parental attention.  Be patient my little man, I'll always make time for you too.  As in right now, while your sister is busy occupying herself with trying on various hats in front of a mirror, you are entitled to a big snuggle from mama.

Of course, you ARE sleeping, so maybe I can take just a few minutes to sneak in some laundry folding and dinner planning.  Terrible...