I’ve decided it’s about time to start doing monthly newsletters instead of weekly. Not that I won’t be taking & writing notes in between. So, 4 months. A whole third of a year, huh?
And how handsome is he? Seriously? Go ahead, you can say so. It’s the one thing I can’t be modest about – when people squeal over how cute he is, all I can say is, “I know.” Really. Look at that face. He’s going to be a LADY KILLER, just like his daddy.
When he’s miserable, he’s a holy terror. But when he smiles, which is most of the time, he smiles BIG. All you have to do is look at him and say hi, and he’ll give you the biggest, cheekiest grin you’ve ever seen, and oh, how he LAUGHS.
It just hit me the other day, that he’s a little person. Not a baby or an infant, but a person. And it seems he grew A LOT within a couple of days. We woke up one day and thought he suddenly looked much, much bigger. He’s well over 15 pounds, a little over 15 and a half, we think. I’ve been tossing more clothes into the “too small” pile – a shame, really, because those overalls were so damn cute.
So far he’s just been doing a lot more of the same. Drooling. Grabbing. Smiling. He’s still (annoyingly) inconsistent with the sleep thing – some days he’ll sleep till 8am, 7:30 am, others until 5:57 am and I have tried and tried to figure out what it is that gets him to sleep until 8 and I can’t find it. It’s random. He’ll go to sleep at 8pm and wake up at 8 am one day, or go to sleep at 815pm and wake up at 5:57 another. Or 6. Or 6:30. Or 6:52. Thankfully, it’s never before 5:57. *knock on wood*
Last night, for example, he didn’t go to sleep until 10pm, so you’d think – you’d THINK – that that would mean he’d sleep later in the morning, right? Nope.
In the morning, I always know when he’s going to wake up, also. He gives about a 45 -30 minute warning. He grunts. He lays there and he tosses himself around and grunts, nonstop, for awhile. Chris is somehow able to sleep through it, but I lay there listening to this and thinking, “Just give me 10 more minutes… 10 more minutes….” which is stupid, because I can’t ever sleep for that extra 10 more minutes while he’s making all that noise.
AND! The other day he started attempting to sit up. Only from a reclining position (such as sitting on my lap, leaning against me), but still. It’s a start! He lifts his legs and throws his head forward and strains to sit up, but even when he manages to get upright, of course, he can’t hold himself there and immediately starts to fall off to the side. It’s pretty funny to watch, actually.