I'm one day late on posting, but this was NOT happening last night! Drew didn't go unnoticed on his birthday though; I sang "Happy Birthday" to him at least 3 times yesterday. :)
His 4 month picture
This last month has put into perspective how much can change in the span of one month. My sweet baby who could not do so much on his own a month ago can now roll over (sometimes), grab toys, push buttons, soak me in the bathtub, coo & babble, and belly-laugh. Goodness, at this rate, he'll be giving political speeches by one year.
Okay, now for the boring part that I add on the blog, promising myself it will make it to his scrapbook "one day." I'm still working on the design layout for Month 1.
One highlight is that the night before your 4 month birthday we gave you rice cereal-not just shaken up in your bottle. It was mixed and thickened. There is no question in my mind why you spit it out everywhere. It smells like garbage. And I'm pretty sure that's what it tasted like, too. That and you've never had anything but liquid in your mouth. We tried several bites, but he wasn't a fan. We'll try again another time soon. Some new recommendations are stating to wait until 6 months to try cereal, and we're well aware of that; however, my child is starving and still eats every 2 hours at night! He watches us eat every night in envy (or this is how I'm reading it). He has nothing that puts him at increased risks for food allergies, so we went for it. He'd already had some in his bottle early on, so he'd already been exposed. I don't regret the decision, but I DO wish he liked it better so he'd eat & sleep through the night! I'm not tooting my own horn or asking for your sympathy, but I've been feeding him every TWO hours of the night for FOUR months. I'm ready for sleep!
You love: your family, eating, sucking your hands, sucking other people's fingers, pulling off socks, making a mess at bathtime, sucking the warm water in a washcloth, being tossed into the air, standing, jumping, walking with help, climbing up people, someone saying da-da, "In the Jungle," "My Girl," your jumperoo, your bouncer, your new carseat, soft blankets, and your feet.
Your don't care for: wind in your face (takes your breath away easily), clipping your fingernails, going down for a nap (mommy wishes you loved this), lying down for long periods, sleeping in your crib (you wake up in under 10 minutes), riding for long periods in the car, and diaper changes in the night.
We go for the dreaded shots tomorrow morning at 8:10. It's the same awful gut feeling as last time, mainly because I can't explain to him what's going to happen. One minute he'll be lying there laughing and looking at me, and then BAM, BAM, BAM--3 shots in his little thighs! We'll make it just like last time, and hopefully I'll be able to report, once again, that it was not nearly as bad as anticipated.
More pictures to pass the time...
Standing with Mommy's help
Your mom's a goofball
The best tasting fingers. ever.
I'm a pretty unhappy child...
That's all, folks! Have a blessed day!