This sweet boy! Waking up for party time at 4:00 and 5:00 in the morning a few times this week. Not upset, just…awake and ready to play! So, we play. We get up and do some tummy time, play in the exersaucer, read some books. Until he gets tired again (read: cranky) and goes back down to sleep for a blissful 2-3 more hours. It seems like our life is one big cycle of sleep, wake happy, play, get mad, sleep. Repeat all throughout the day. It’s blissful and challenging all at the same time but there is absolutely nothing else in the world I would rather be doing. I love Charlie so very, very much.
Also of note this week: I read this book and proceeded to get rid of 90% of my clothes (or more?) and decluttered every square inch of our house in between naps. It feels like 500 lbs has been lifted off my shoulders! A must read!
Four months old. We had a check up with the pediatrician this week and his official stats are: 18 lbs 12oz, 25″ long, 17.25″ head circumference. Big boy!
The stomach bug that Parker and I had last week gave way to colds for all of us this week. Finally, we’re all on the upswing and almost feeling back to normal. Charlie was a champ through it all, but he has expressed disdain for the nose frida (even though I think it’s the best invention ever).
I love this little guy so, so much. At four months, Charlie is animated, laughs a lot, talks a lot, and is generally a joy to be around. I couldn’t pick just one picture for this week’s post, so here are my favorites:
I read this letter recently, standing in the kitchen during a quiet moment making dinner, and I couldn’t help but let out a small sob as I read this part:
Body, you were a rockstar during labor and delivery. I trusted you to handle the pain of a natural childbirth, since you’d been there once before, but you totally impressed me by your strength the second time around. The next time you think you can’t do something or any time you second-guess yourself, I hope you’ll remember 11:11am on June 16. That was all you!
I love that. A good reminder to be kind and have appreciation for these bodies of ours. They’re pretty great.
Chunky thighs, baby tube socks, (accidental) coordinating onesie…these are a few of my favorite things. Don’t you just want to eat those rolls for lunch?!
This week was tough. Toughish I should say because I thank my lucky stars every day that we have such a relatively easy baby, but he had some pretty hard teething days, a jump start on the four month sleep regression, and to top it off, both Parker and I had some kind of bug that had us feeling awful. But on the plus side, Charlie is discovering his voice more and making the SWEETEST sounds that just make my heart melt. Even at 5am in the pitch black dark, hearing that sweet talky-time is the best ever alarm clock. Also: tetradactyl-like screeching that we can’t help but laugh at every time. He’s a happy guy when those teeth aren’t being jerks. :)
It’s 6:30pm now on a Saturday and I’m hoping all of us can go to sleep for the night and fight off whatever has got us feeling sick. Over and out!
My sweet teething boy. Happiest with a hand in his mouth, not too particular about whose hand it is.
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. :)