He's already wearing 6 month clothes, and he's not even 4 months yet. Hard to believe that my skinny baby boy is now so big. He's even taller and heavier that his cousin, Max, who is 2 months older than him.
He is a bit of a stinker, though. This past week he decided that he wasn't going to sleep through the night any more. Instead he woke up every two hours. Yuck. He also won't nurse unless it is the middle of the night or in the morning after he wakes up. During the day, if I even lay him next to my boobs, he starts throwing a fit. I've tried everything...I even went so far as to put ice cream on my nipples, and nothing. He'd rather have a bottle. So I'm pumping away so he has plenty to eat.
He loves to stand and sit up. If I lay him down for more than a couple seconds he starts to get mad. I broke out the jumper this past week and he loves it. He could stand and play in there for hours.
He still loves the bath. I think we may end up having a swimmer on our hands...like father like son.
He is always talking and smiling. I love watching and listening to him.
Swinging in his swing...love those Spock ears.
Playing on his play mat.
Tummy Time!
Reading a bedtime story with Daddy.
Playing in his jumper...with a jealous Tug creeping in the background.
Going on walks with Momma...so tired!
Mamie trying to teach him how to dance like Justin Bieber...yikes.
Playing in the bathtub
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