Yep that's right he's 4 months old today. For some reason it's just hit me today that Isaac is getting so old and big. I know it has been a gradual thing but i guess I've always thought of birth to 3 months as being a little baby and starting at 4 months babies aren't so little and new anymore. The thought is exciting and sad at the same time.
Isaac is now 15 pounds and 26 inches. He's growing well and learning to do so much more. He really is starting to be a big boy.
Baths
Giggling when i kiss his belly
Spitting
Talking
Reading books
Listening to me sing to him
Grabbing anything and everything and then eating it
Kicking
Mirrors
His emperor chair
Watching Ray Ray
Standing
Dislikes:
Letting go of his rings for nap time.
I can't really think of many others. He still gets cranky but it's just because he gets sick of something not because he hates any particular thing anymore.
Basically he's just growing up. He still hasn't rolled over but i think he's starting to get close. We're debating starting him on some solid foods. On one hand i want to but on the other I think that doing so will make him grow up even faster. (can you tell I'm sentimental much lately?) I'm sure in the next few weeks we'll introduce some solids to him.
He's sleeping really well at night still. Some nights he sleeps through the night and others he doesn't but at most he wakes once so it's not bad. We still have nap difficulties but I've learned to deal with it and I know that he will start staying awake longer so naps will not happen as often.
I've decided that he doesn't look decidedly like me anymore. He's just him now. David thinks that he looks a bit like baby pictures of Jason (David's brother.) I can see that. What do you think Susie?
And to sum up my feelings of late here's a poem my MIL sent me today. Feel free to cry, i did.
Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
2 comments:
Like me?? Poor kid. ;)
Not poor kid! Jason, you were a gorgeous baby. I think Isaac still has your eyes, Sarah. His creamy skin is very much like David's was at this age. His face shape is a lot like Jason's. And he looks so HEALTHY! He is absolutely beautiful, just takes my breath away. :) Need to get him to Walt Disney World, don't you think? :) I believe his other Grandma and I have some major spoiling to do there...
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