My baby, you are 4 months old today. The months are flying by so quickly and I wish I could freeze time. You are perfect. What else can I say? (well, don't worry, there will be a lot)
You are such a happy baby. You smile all the time. You are starting to giggle at the minutest of things (like I'll say "omigod, you're a cute baby!" and you'll giggle). If we lift you up, you giggle. If we stand you up, you smile. Standing... that's all it takes to get a smile. If only the whole world were like that, Cole.
I'm trying to enjoy all the cuddles I can get. You love being held and you'll just keenly watch all of us, and frankly, I think you think Zoe is a nutter. You'll watch her so intently as though she's the final episode of some grab-you-and-keep-you TV series (like Firefly, or Arrested Development, etc, see previous blog). You kick at your toys and rattles just to make them jingle and you swat at them too. Great appendage control, darling!
Last night was our first night of "weaning" you off the night feeding. Daddy is on the night shift because you'd freak (and get confused) if I went into your room and it didn't result in the boob. Like most men, I'd say. Anyhoo, you did quite well! Daddy gave you the soother at 2am and then again at 4am and you slept until 6.30. We'll just do that for a couple of days and then POOF no more soother either... I'm 4 days away from getting some normal sleep again!! Ahhhh, a gal can only dream.
Poos. Time to talk poo. Well, at first you would have one after every time you nursed. Then all of a sudden, you'd go DAYS without one. Do you have any idea what this means? Well, I'll tell you. DINOSAURS have smaller poos. I don't know any dinos personally, but I'm pretty good at guessing the size of poo that can come out of an animal (it's a mild superpower), and I'm pretty sure you'd have one beat. And, the even funnier thing is that it's always RIGHT before we go to catch up with Linda and Ruby. You'll be in your cutest outfit, I'll be ferrying you kids into the car (running a smidge behind the time too) and then I'll heave a great sigh of defeat... I can smell the dino poo. The poo-nami. The poo bomb. So, I guess any time I think you're constipated, I'll just make a date with Linda and Ruby. Poof. Easier than feeding you cigarettes and coffee. More fun that stewed prunes.
And I suppose this is a good time to thank you for not weeing on me. I kept hearing about boys and their renegade fountains of wee... but I can report that you've only done that twice to me. Once when I was changing your nappy and was able to cover you promptly and the other time was a funny one when you were being bathed on the kitchen counter. Just like the fountains of Bellagio. So all in all, not a bad track record.
Clever baby too... you rolled over at 3 months old. I thought it was a fluke but you've since done it two more times. With all intentions as well. Extend one arm. Bend one knee. Push and see what happens. You smart thing. You'll be doing quantum mechanics soon.
Ok, so, perfect? Check. Happy? Check. Poos? Talked about that. Sleep? Getting there. Intelligent? Oui. Fussy? Never. Cute? OH yeah dude. Laid back? Yes, good good. Healthy eater? Check. Oh yeah, you hate the car seat. But since I take the freeway to most places, there's nothing I can do so you just cry. You poor thing. Maybe it's riding backwards?? I hate it too. But, unfortunately, 8 more months until you face the front. Maybe I should put up a poster of Christina Aguillera or something... your ladybug and flower toy is just not cutting it I guess.
Love you immensely baby boy. Wouldn't trade you for anything. Not even $100.
Mooooiiiiiaaaaaa (think squishy mushy kiss)
Mommy and Daddy
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