OK, so I took a little creative license with the title of this post, but in the immortal words of Mr. Bobby Brown, it's my prerogative!
Happy four months Milky! Now I really, really want you to stop growing because I love four months. So just go ahead and stay forever young.
You smile all the time, you giggle, and talk up a storm. You smile with all of your face, resulting in something we loving refer to as smushy face. You are also blowing tons and tons of spit bubbles. Between that and the new tooth you are cutting your shirts are permanently soaked with drool. That's right, I said tooth! The tippy top of your bottom right tooth has just broken through to the surface. You have really handled it like a man though, no crying or fussing, you just stuff your hand in your mouth and go on about your day. It looks awful though. You also reach for things and hold them on your own now, which makes eating Sophie the Giraffe's face off even easier these days. Everything, everything goes straight into your mouth. I should probably buy stock in hand sanitizer.
All in all, you are still one very happy and content little guy, and I hope you stay that way always and forever.
Your official stats from your 4 month visit are:
15 lbs 11 oz - 25-50th percentile
26 inches long - 75-90th percentile
16.5 inch head circumference - 25-50th percentile
Our beloved Dr. Donohue said you look great and are developing and gaining weight perfectly. He gave us the go ahead to start cereal (yikes!) and ordered us to ditch the swaddle asap (oops and double yikes).
Four months, can't believe you are four months already, yet at the same time I feel like you have always been here...maybe because I just can't imagine life without you in it.
xxoo
clicky
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