What a difference a month makes! Now we have a babbling, sort of mobile, little man on our hands.
Height: 24.8 inches (up from 24.5 inches last month.)
Weight: 13 pounds and 2 ounces (up from 12 pounds last month.)
Likes: He loves me. Like, completely adores me. I’m not bragging — he likes other people too, and went insane flirting with people at Costco the other day. But I am his favorite. He actually plays on his baby gym now, and we’ll give his exersaucer another try soon (the first attempt a few weeks ago was a no-go. He just slumped over).
Dislikes: Teething. I mean, I can’t say for sure that he’s teething (thanks to the lack of actual teeth) but he’s drooling, rubbing his head/ears all the time, and randomly crying out in pain when he sleeps. So I’m going with teething. And we all dislike it.
Sleep: Naps are still sporadic, but he consistently sleeps 8-10 hours at night, so I’m not complaining.
Eating: No solids yet (my plan is to hold off until 6 months) and eating every two hours during the day. God forbid something distracts him though, or he decides he wants to play with me — then it’s just on and off, on and off, nipple shields flying every which way, and he just laughs and laughs. And it’s impossible not to smile at a laughing baby, which begins the vicious cycle of him doing it just to get me to laugh at him. He’s a bit of a character.
Clothes: Officially wearing his 6 month clothes, which are verrrry spacious, but he was too tall for his old stuff, and length-wise the 6 months are a perfect fit.
New Tricks: Rolling over! He rolled from tummy-to-back when he was 15 weeks old. He rolled from back-to-tummy a few days ago. Yesterday I left him on his playmat to throw some things in the dryer, and when I came back he was three feet away from where I left him. Last week he pulled himself forward to sit up in the boppy, and now he pulls forward to sit whenever possible. The doctor predicts he’ll be sitting up before his six-month appointment. And he talks, all the time. Mostly to us, but he likes to talk to blinking lights and the fridge (weirdo!), and sometimes the dogs.
Nicknames: el Guapo, Drool Monster
Mommy & Daddy: Postpartum hair loss is no joke. The hormonal change, coupled with constant ponytails, and showering kind of sporadically is doing a number on my luscious mane. And by that, I mean I pull out, like, fistfuls of hair every time I shower. Mike’s hair is still lush and full and perfect, the jerk. We spent four days at my mom’s house two weeks ago after an ice storm knocked out our power. We lose power all the time (a generator is at the top of our list for 2015) and are used to packing up the dogs and heading to our parents’ houses, but babies do not travel lightly. A week later it snowed almost two feet, and Mike had to do 95% of the shoveling, but at least the lights stayed on. Then another week later, we didn’t have any water thanks to a water main break up the street. I really really hope we can ride out this winter without anymore issues (seriously, is it Spring yet?). I also hope we win the lottery and that theoretical generator can become a reality.
And now, feast your eyes on this handsome devil, one more time.