Friday, May 27, 2011

The big 4!!!

Well son, you have hit the 4 month old mark! You are officially one third of a year old. Wow.......where does the time go?!? You are growing like a weed and mom can't believe all the things you're doing!

At 4 months old, you are:

*weighing in at 17 lbs 11 oz. Holy smokes son!!! Dad is convinced this will make you the number 1 pick for the football line up :) He has dreams and visions of you blocking and tackling and making it to the NFL. Mom has visions of you getting concussions and breaking bones.

*27 inches long. Gonna be tall like daddy!

*wearing a size 2 diaper. Man, we go through those things like crazy. I never believed people when they said to stock up on diapers, but with the next one, we'll start buying as soon as we find out we're pregnant!

*laughing like crazy! It used to take a lot of work to get a giggle out of you, but now you laugh when we tickle you or talk funny. It's really funny because you laugh, but your face doesn't smile! It's crazy, but very cute :)

*have slept through the WHOLE night twice. Mom started laying you down by yourself when you get sleepy instead of holding you until you fall asleep and you've done GREAT with that!! Then I tried just giving you your binky instead of feeding you when you wake up during the night because I was starting to think you were eating out of habit rather than hunger and it worked!!! I put your binky in and you were right back to sleep!

*rolling over from back to tummy and starting to roll over tummy to back. It's silly how proud I get when you roll over. Geez, imagine when you actually do something HUGE!! I'll probably break into tears and call the newspaper to have them print a story about how wonderful my son! I'm not's THAT dramatic.

*talking and talking and talking!! You just coo and scream and holler for 30 minutes at a time. You have the best conversations with mom and dad. It's so cute!

*have eaten your first taste of rice cereal. Mom thought it was going to be this cute, fun little video opportunity..........WRONG!! It's actually a very sloooooowwww and messy production. You have this obsession with your hands, so you stick your fingers in your mouth WHILE you're eating cereal and then proceed to rub your fingers on any surface you can get your hands on. Oh brother. You like it, but only if I can get it in your mouth fast enough. I think it makes you mad that you don't get the constant flow like you do with a bottle.

*keep gagging yourself!!! It's the weirdest and most frustrating thing EVER!! As mentioned about, you LOVE your hands. You always stick your 2 fingers from your left hand into your mouth and cram them so far down there that you gag. And then you cry because you're gagging, so you suck on your fingers to comfort yourself and..........are you seeing the cycle here?? We're working on it :)

*still drinking 4 oz bottles, but it seems that's not gonna be enough for very much longer. You drink 4 oz and seem fine, but then you get hungry sooner--so you're eating like every 2 1/2-3 hours instead of 4-5. Oh my.....I can't imagine our grocery bill when you're a teenager.

*make the funniest faces!!

*are obSESSED with your daddy. Like, stare him down until he looks at you obsessed. He'll come home from work and when you hear his voice, your little feet start kicking and you turn your head towards his voice. Then when he talks to you, you just squeal and giggle and smile. It's pretty cute, but is really making me hope the next one's a girl or mom's gonna be lonely :( I see a LOT of father/son time in the future.

*have been to your first graduation!! Your auntie Brooke (aka mom number 2) graduated. Your face in the picture below is pretty much the way you looked the whole time.

****Thomas James, you are the light of our lives.....corny, but true. Your little smile brightens my day and even when you frustrate me, I look at your tiny little face and see the work of God carved into every corner of you! I love you when you laugh, when you cry, when you smile, when you spit up, when you put your sweet little hands on the sides of my face, when you poop, when you rip my hair out with your chubby fists and even when you pee in fresh bathwater. You are growing so fast and I want so badly for time to stand still, but I also want to know what kind of person you're going to be and what you'll look like as you grow. Stay sweet my baby boy. We love you!

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