In which I get misty-eyed and clucky.

Aw, the little one is 5 months old today. I decided to look back over his newborn photos and found it has filled me with enough soppiness that I could probably start composing squishily sentimental poetry for Hallmark cards.

I'm already starting to panic that he is growing up too fast. While today he may be content to play, gurgle and blow raspberries, I have the very real fear that any day now he'll be asking for the car keys, staying out late and threatening to move out of the house.

However, in the interest of not becoming some smothering maternal nightmare out of a Hitchcock film, I shall embrace his development and celebrate his growth rather than sob into a tissue that my little boy isn't smaller than the cat any more.

Behold the following photos and witness the wonder that is 5 months of Dominic:



Here is Dominic at only 10 minutes old being weighed.



This is Dominic on Day 2 being held by me. Aw, back then even in newborn size clothes the little sleeves had to be rolled up.



By Christmas he was proving to be quite the inquisitive little baby.



At about the age of 5 weeks he declared himself Caesar and ordered a triumph to be held in honour... well, not really but he did start to really enjoy showers...



... after a vigorous workout on his swiss ball.



At three months his love of the Guitar rattle and listening to music was clear...



... as was his enjoyment of hamming it up for the camera.



Now at 5 months he still grins if he spots his dad creeping up on him with a camera.



I suspect he also fancies himself as a fashion model. Not only does he 'look fierce' for the camera, he also tries to draw attention to his clothing by pointing out features of interest in the garments.