Today is your four month birthday. At the moment, you are asleep in your room for your 3:30 nap as I type in the office. Cooper is curled up next to me. Your Dad is in the living room playing scrabble on his ipad, and it is a perfect Saturday. After weeks and weeks of cold, the sun decided to shine today in honor of the most wonderful baby in the world.
- In the beginning of the month, I packed away your newborn clothes and everything under 3 months. And then at the end of January, your Grammy had to clean out (round # 2). You are officially a big boy now - wearing mostly 6 month outfits.
- We bought night-time diapers on 12/27 and you slept from 8:30 - 3:00am, which is a new record. On January 2nd you slept from 8:30 - 5:00am! And then on January 4th you woke up every three hours. However by the end of the month, you are holding steady from 8:00pm to 5:30am. Happy New Year to us!
- You don’t have knuckles - you have fat dimples where knuckles should be, and your wrists look like they've been wrapped with rubber-bands.
- You had a sleep-over party with your Grammy over the New Year’s weekend and she loves you so much that she slept right beside the pack&play all night.
- The other day you feel asleep on your Dad’s lap and I noticed how you stretched all the way across him with your feet resting on the couch cushion - you are getting so big!
- You hold your head up much better now - it still flails around a bit but you are learning to sit up more and for longer periods of time. You noticed your foot yesterday and stared at it for a long time.
- On January the 3rd you sat in your bumbo seat for the first time. You can only hold yourself up for a moment before leaning over - your head too heavy on your nonexistent neck. You don’t particularly like sitting there alone but you look so darn cute that we keep wedging you inside.
- Grammy said she gave you a bath this week and you didn't scream bloody murder. There may have been some whining involved, but we're making progress on this idea of "clean."
- You are officially a drooler - oh, such a drooler! It pours out of you when we raise you above our heads to look in your eyes. You smile and blow spit bubbles and you drool puddles on our chests.
- Its amazing - you have actual ear wax. How can someone so “new” have the old, crusty ear build-up of a aged man?
- The first snow of your life hit Greenville on the 10th of January and we all woke to a blanket of white, which last all week. Your Dad and I stayed home from work for two days, drinking coffee and playing with you.
- I now feed you sitting in my lap, us both facing out. When I'm in my bathrobe, I become your pink, fluffy arm-chair.
- We rock you to sleep in what feels like an expert twister move - your right elbow tucked under my left armpit, your head resting on my arm, legs and feet wrapped across my torso, hugged tight. (I'll use any excuse to hug you tight. Get use to it, kid - I plan to spend the majority of our time together hugging. Thats what this family does best.)
- You must weigh 18 lbs now. I'm only guessing because your official doctor's appointment is still another week away, but its harder to hold you than the 16 lb cat.
- You reach out more and now hold with a grip of determination. Lately your grip has discovered my hair.
- You laughed for the first time as your Grammy blew a “scherbert” on your belly. An actual "this is funny" laugh. That is amazing.
- Your newest trick - standing (with a lot of support but you don't know that!). We get your feet set on our bellies, count to three and help you spring up. You are so proud of yourself, cooing, wobbling and drooling above our heads.
- You had rice cereal for the first time two days ago and it is your new favorite food. Actually, it’s the only "food" you have ever had, so it has earned its title by default. The spoon weirded you out, but with just a little practice, you've become a (messy) pro. Next stop mushy baby food, and then you’ll be cooking us dinner in no-time.
I love you my little chef. Sleep tight and when you wake, we'll sing to you before your birthday bottle.
Love,
Mom
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