four months

it's hard to believe. i keep telling myself each day because it doesn't seem real still. my little man is now four months old.

we have a schedule and Lord do we stick to it. 6:30 he wakes himself up in his crib, but doesn't make much noise. i can hear him just cooing away and lifting his legs and butt in the air. i get a smile out of him before i pick him up for the day. it's one of the best ways to start the morning. as i place him on the changing table, he stares right at his daddy doll, with my husband's picture in it. we say "good morning to daddy" every day.

this little man is now into 3 months, slim picking on the 0-3 clothes. i never realized just how much clothes i thrifted for this little boy. he has a plastic bin packed full of each size and i still can't stop myself. it's hard to pass up $1.00 for two onesies and a pair of pjs. even if he wears them just once.

every monday, wednesday and friday we go down to my work. though i don't get as much done as fast as i once did, because he wants to be held and walked around the office. i'm grateful for the fact that my boss and his son put up with the high-pitch screams and crying when he becomes hungry or tired and needs a nap. those tuesday and thursday, i cherish. most of the time we spend at home. he loves to just lay around. he is starting to notice himself in his mirror on his play mat. loves to swing and look around in it. rarely does he fall asleep in his swing. he takes one large nap in the afternoon, for 3-4 hours and a little cat nap in the morning for a half hour.

he loves when he's being talked to and will give you the biggest dimpled smile he can. i kiss his cheeks over and over and he opens his mouth up and smiles. he loves it. but by the time 7:30 rolls around at night, he is one fussy baby. he knows it's bedtime. so we start our nightly bath. where i turn on my pandora music on shuffle and sing to him. after his bath, we put our pj's on. with the music turned down just a bit lower, i give him his 6oz bottle. i hum to him and take in this special quite time each night as i rock him. then before 9:00 he is fast asleep. in his crib! he barely spits up during the night and doesn't wake up until 6:30 the next morning. though i know he now sleeps through the night, my body still wakes myself up. midnight, 3:00am. it doesn't fail. maybe one day i'll get back into my normal routine of sleeping straight through, but i doubt it.

we had to go see an Ear, Nose & Throat specialist because of his rapid breathing. turns out he has some extra flappy skin above his voice box. nothing to be alarmed of, we were told he will grow out of it. though he hasn't been weighed in a while, i know he is over 12lbs maybe even 13. my arms start to get sore holding him, though i'm starting to master holding him over my arm on his belly. he loves it. it's hard to imagine now my little 3lb preemie anymore. those days are long gone.