wrc.four months

four whole months!

they have passed ever so quickly.

we can't get enough of all 15 lbs. 10 oz. of this little man. this boy is quite the sweetums. my word, he is happy! he is constantly full of belly laughs which in turn always makes me laugh right back at him.

sweet baby snuggles up with his blankies to sooth himself to sleep. we have begun the before naps and bed routine of books and singing. he likes to snuggle into my neck just before i lay him down. he takes 3-4 naps a day depending on how long a stretch he gets in at a time. thankfully he recovered from his revolt against sleeping once we returned from our crazy 10 day jaunt. a good dose of his own bed and a little normalcy kicked him right back in to sleeping a solid 9-10 hours at night. he hits the hay at 7 pm and wakes up between 4 and 5 am. 

he is such a social little fella. loves looking at faces and hearing our voices. i find a new very ticklish spot on him every day it seems. which just provokes that belly laugh.

he is becoming increasingly interested in toys. intentionally grabbing things and putting them in his mouth. he gets busy batting at things under his play mat and also jumping around in the jumparoo now that his neck is so strong and his little tootsies touch the floor. 

oh AND he's rolling over both ways! seriously. i am so not ready for this. but he is. he is so proud of himself!

i'm really hoping his complete and utter disdain for the bottle doesn't mean that he is going to be stubborn. he has such a good temperament that i would sure hate it if he had such a stubborn streak in him. he is still nursing every 3 to 4 hours. he has just started showing some interest in food while we eat and it's hilarious. he has this certain rounded lip look when he spies something on a fork. and then he starts to reach for it. i won't be feeding him food until i feel like he needs a little extra something. i better get on my baby food making with all these yummy fresh fruits and veggies in season! 

grey still refers to him as "chubby cheeks" more often than not. and tuck gave him the ol' one two on his forehead yesterday with a metal bucket that resulted in his first battle wound. he took it like a man and only cried for a short while because i scooped him up and snuggled him so much he forgot about it! 

i wish i could stop time right here and now and just enjoy him forever at this age. but then again, the more he grows the more i have to love about him!