Oh man I love this boy. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when it's only the two of us I just stare at him and try to really enjoy him and the moment (yes, even at 3am). We've had a few long nights together, and when he is crying and colicky he looks at me and I just know he hates it as much as I do. So our 4 month milestone is a big one, it's when he is finally over his colic and he gets to be the funny, happy boy who loves to play games ALL the time, not just when his belly doesn't hurt. He already seems so different from the tiny little newborn baby boy I held just four months ago, and before I know it he is going to be causing trouble and wrestling with his Dad and brother. He is already such a ham and will do anything to get you to look at him and once he has eye contact he coos, and smiles and laughs. He wants to be part of the party all the time, so much so, we are finding it very hard to get him to nap...
Happy four months big boy! (and yes, big boy is appropriate here. We went to the doctor today and he is weighing in at 15.7 pounds already! That's right, the 75 percentile for weight and the whopping 25 percentile for height. Do you see a proportion problem? Me either.)
And because today is the day of love, check this out-
I was sitting on the couch with my two boys and I looked down to see this:
Topher holding Oliver's hand. I about died. I seriously melted. I am one lucky girl.
2 comments:
That last picture made me tear up a bit. You really are one lucky girl! Love those boys.
Wow Liz, you guys sure do make good looking babies!!
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