four-ever young

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

i'm gonna knock you out. mama said knock you out.

I just like this picture of you Milky. You look tough.

"....don't call it a comeback, I been here for years..."

clicky

rollin', rollin', rollin'...

D,

After weeks of teasing us, today you finally rolled over. Tummy to back, twice in a row. I think you were more surprised than I was.

So naturally being the spastic mother that I am I made a mad dash for the video camera to catch it on film. Only the video camera was buried under all this junk, and then I found it only to see that the battery was dead. That totally sums this family up.

Thank God for the iphone 4 and the video feature. Only when I tried to get you to roll over again you just looked at me like I was crazy and seemed to have no recollection of the amazing feat you just performed.

So instead of catching rolling on video, I got this....

I think you will all agree with me when I say that the scream-talk is way more entertaining than rolling.

tried to make me go to rehab

Oh Dylan,

As I type this you are having a mini fit in your crib. See you are an addict. There I said it. Your name is Dylan Derhake, you are 16 weeks old and you are addicted to the swaddle.

The problem is you are really close to rolling over and you are constantly breaking out of your swaddle, and it just doesn't seem that safe anymore. I'm afraid the SIDS Police are going to come knock down my door.

Which brings us back to why you are currently having a mini fit. I am attempting to wean you off the swaddle. It is not going well. I fear that now that you have had a taste of the swaddle nothing else is gonna do. I am pretty sure in about twenty seconds I am going to be the biggest enabler and give you what you want. I am weak. Forgive me.

This makes me super scared for the day when we have to ditch the paci. Because really the swaddle is just the gateway drug. If the swaddle is cigarettes than the paci is straight up crack. Covered in chocolate. Chocolate covered crack. We don't stand a chance.

Off to swaddle you back up. Junkie.

three is a magic number

Happy three months D$!!

So far I like 3 months. You are chock full of smiles and giggles. We play this game with your legs where you start out walking, walking, then bump up to jogging, and eventually end up RUNNING, RUNNING, RUNNING. You think it is pure hilarity. Before we even start moving your legs you have already dissolved into a fit of giggles.

You are still really kicky and wiggly, but your kicking has a bit more purpose these days. You seem to be laying the foundation for rolling over. You kick your feet up really high and throw them over to one side...you get a little lost after that though.

You aren't sleeping through the night, not even close really. Grrrrr. Mostly I don't really mind though because I actually kind of like our little middle of the night dates. You are all warm and you smell like sleep. You are much more asleep than awake. You are just awake enough to chow down your snack and then pass out cold again from the effort. I just sit there rocking you, breathing you in, and rubbing my face on your fuzzy head.

Very different than what my 3:00 am wake-ups use to look like, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Or maybe I have officially gone crazy from sleep deprivation.

clicky

everybody wants to rule the world

So a while ago you discovered your hands. It's really a funny thing to think about. I mean, your hands were there all along, but one day you just found them.

So now your hands are in constant motion. You scratch things, you wave them around, and you do this really funny thing where you clasp them together in front of your face and sort of wring them. Ummm, it sort of makes you look like an evil mastermind. Like you are plotting your world domination. I can practically hear the evil Mr. Smithers like voice in your head...."damn you woman, I want milk, now!"

I hope you will use your powers for good.

nothing compares 2 u

Milky, you are two months old. Ack! Stop growing up. I command you! Before I know it you are going to be chewing steak and filling out college applications. Me no likey.

You are knocking 2 months out of the park though. On top of smiling you now coo and gurgle and have very intense conversations with anyone who will listen. It is so. damn. cute. I mean you literally say "goo". And you are much more aware of what's going on around you as well. You follow people and objects now, and often turn your head to find me and your dad when you hear our voices. You love to lay on your back and kick your legs, and my favorite time with you is in the morning on your changing table, when you just smile and squirm and are such a happy guy. When you are fussy or tired you loved to shusshed, a lot. Loudly. Right in your ear. Some days I think I am going to pass out from all the shusshing I do. So worth it though, because I love when you fall asleep all warm and soft in my arms. Often with your mouth open.

And every once in awhile, while you are fast asleep, I look down at you and you are smiling. Love.