This week was a great week. Short but frequent bursts of self-play allowing me to get a few things done here and there, which feels like a HUGE milestone. He started enjoying tummy time, he started sitting in his high chair, started playing happily in his exersaucer, and started entertaining himself with his firefly toy that, while pretty ugly to this design-minded mama, is clearly a winner in his eyes, which is all that matters I suppose. Lots of talking (gurgling, cooing really) and laughter. Oh, the baby giggles! And doing really well in social situations and out in public – taking everything in, interested and observant, rarely fussing anymore. 16 weeks is fun with Charlie.
I can’t get used to how much love I have for this guy; it keeps growing and growing. The kind of love I’m completely terrified of ever losing. I suppose all mothers feel the same way, and I don’t think it ever goes away.
Oh and I weighed him this morning – 18lbs, 5oz. And in 12-18 month Gap pants. Big boy. :)