Baby Stats

Baby Boy had his 4-month shots on Tuesday and, as usual, I almost had a breakdown.

I can't bear to him cry if he's hungry, let alone if he's getting stuck all over the place with needles.

UGH!!

I'm cringing now even thinking about it. He cried a bit more than last time which only added to my angst. He was a trooper though, and one 4 oz.-bottle later he was good to go.

Anyway, it's over and done with, and we don't have to go back for another two months.

Haaal-le-lu-jah! (yes, I'm singing.)

The only good part about these doctor visits is finding out how Baby Boy is doing and growing.

Here are his current stats:

Weight: 15 lbs. 5 oz.
Length: 26 1/2 inches

Dr. P. checked him out and said he's super healthy and strong. She also said he's in the 92nd percentile and is on his way to being very tall, just like his Daddy.

That made Daddy very proud.

(insert sniffle here; wipe tear from eye)

In other proud papa news, Baby Boy, his daddy will tell you, is now rolling over and sleeping on his tummy. He's been rolling over during play time for a while now but the sleepy-time rollovers were a bit of a shock and a little unnerving, (for me at least). That's because he hasn't been sleeping through the night for the last few weeks. So seeing him facedown, not moving or fussing was a bit scary.

It may not seem unusual for a baby not to sleep through the night, but this kid's had the sleep-thing down since 4 weeks old. Turns out he's just too big for his bassinet.

His bassinet is pretty big but we knew the day would come when we'd have to retire it and get something bigger. We can't yet put him in his crib because it's too big for our loft. (We're looking for a house but that's another post entirely.)

In the meantime, he's been stretching his arms in his sleep, hitting the top and sides of the bassinet, and waking himself up. Needless to say, we needed to make other sleeping arrangements fast.

Enter the Pack-n-Play.

Baby Boy has now been sleeping comfortably and through the night since Monday.

And the Angels sing.

4 Months Old

Dear Baby Boy,

You're 4 months old now - 16 weeks and 2 days old to be exact - and every day you reward me with some new sound or trick or look or move.

I didn't know 4 months would affect me like this but you're doing things I didn't know a 4 month old could do.

For example, I had no idea a 4-month-old baby could have the wherewithal to actually pee on someone and laugh about it.

But you did.

I had no clue that a 4-month-old baby could literally have a conversation with me every day after "school". A true "give-n-take" where you tell me how your day went and I tell you just how much I missed you.

But you do.

Nor could I comprehend even for a second that a 4-month-old baby could be so enthralled by a tv show, that he would reach up, unhook one of the toys hanging from his playmat because it was blocking his view, and go right back to watching the show without missing a beat.

But, um, yeah, you did that, too.

I didn't know playing airplane would make you giggle so much, how tickling you would be one of your favorite pastimes, or how simply looking at your daddy would make you smile.

I thought I would hold you and change you and feed you sometimes. That I'd lay you down in your bassinet and watch you sleep, oohing and aahing at how peaceful you looked. I thought I'd revel in your brand new baby smell and spend my days wondering how I ever lived without you.

Well, that's exactly what I do.

But I also want to pick you up even if I've just put you down. I want to keep you awake as long as possible just so I can look into your eyes. I giggle and play and make funny faces, all in an effort to amuse you. And I'm happy to say, I am now fluent in baby-talk.

I want to do everything for you. I want to make sure you always have a full tummy and fresh laundry. I can't wait to give you sippycups full of milk and juice, and bake cookies and cupcakes for you to take to school. I want to wear a long flowy cape and put an "S" on my chest, so I can call myself SuperMom and keep your world safe.

I want to do all of these things because you're 4 months old now - 16 weeks and 2 days old to be exact - and every day you amaze me.

Weekly Recap

I know it's been a while since I've posted. I've just been caught up in the business of being a mommy, I guess. But there have been a couple of noteworthy occurrences so let's recap:

Baby's Bouncy:
I bought the baby a new bouncy. Well, that's my word for it anyway. It's really more of a stationary walker-type contraption that he can sit in and bounce. His feet touch the floor, and when he's able to do so, he'll be able to turn 360 degrees in his seat. There are toys all over the tray and overhead for him to play with, and it plays music every time he touches one of the toys. He loves it! He still prefers his fisherprice playmat, but I think that's mostly because he's got a bit more growing to do before his feet are completely flat on the floor. I prefer the bouncy because it keeps him sitting up instead of on his back all the time. He can see more of what's going on around him and I like that. Watch for my review of this product coming soon to my review page.


1st rollover:
Over the holiday weekend we had a lot of places to go, people to see so we were in and out of the house quite a bit. While I was getting ready for one of these outings, I had to put the baby down on his playmat for a few minutes. Here's what happened next:

Hubby, on his way down to pull the car around ~ "Did you dress AK yet?"

Me ~ "Yes."

Hubby ~ "Ok, I'll be waiting downstairs when you're ready."

Hubby left and five minutes later I heard the baby fussing. I went to get him to put him in his car seat and saw him on his tummy on the mat. Why did hubby ask if he was dressed, I thought. He must have seen the baby when he put him on his tummy. Weird. Anyway, I packed up the baby and left to get in the car.

Me ~ "Why did you ask if the baby was dressed? Didn't you see him when you put him on his tummy?"

Hubby ~ Crickets

Me ~ "Well?"

Hubby ~ "I didn't put him on his tummy."

Me ~ Crickets

Lil man did his first rollover and we both missed it.

UGH


1st Bout of Jealousy:
During one of our holiday outings, I was holding my friend's baby on my lap. This baby is about a month older than my son. My sister-in-law was holding my boy on her lap, directly across from me. Well, AK saw me cooing and cuddling with this other baby, and he was not happy about it. Long story short, he started out with a little scowl on his face, and ended up with his bottom lip stuck out to there in the most pathetic little pout I've ever seen. When his bottom lip started to quiver, I lost it. I started crying. Really, I was sort of crying and laughing at the same time - crying because I didn't want to hurt my baby's feelings, and laughing because, well, it was so silly for me to be crying over something so ridiculous. Anyway, I gave the other baby back to his mommy and scooped mine up, and all was, once again, right with the world.


So there's my recap.

How was your week?


~ MAK