Four Months.

He:

– has started squawking and squealing. He loves the sound of his own voice and it’s really quite adorable…for a few minutes.

– always wants to stand, and likes to try out the Johnny Jump Up thing that hangs from the doorway.

– has started playing with toys. Weird.

– is such a squirmy little guy, I fear his mobility. MAKE IT STOP.

– is starting to enjoy nursing for comfort, not just for his voracious appetite.

– has 24 pairs of pants. TWENTY FOUR. I have, like, 3.

– can sit up for about 5 seconds before face planting. It’s funny. Every. Time.

– sucks on fingers instead of his whole hand sometimes. Moving on up!

– is still swaddled. And uses a pacifier. We’re working on it.

– experienced cold and snow. And snow. And more snow.

– may be teething, according to a nurse. Please no.

– am super sick for the first time as a mom and it’s killing me.

– packed away some of his itty bitty socks and his shirt from the hospital and already can’t believe he was ever that tiny.

– am finally on a mission to lose these last 6 lbs…and in a competition with Mike to do so. I made cookies tonight and ate 4, so that’s a good start, right? Heh.

– never exercise, ever.

– love his laughter. And his smiles. And how sweet he is when he wakes up from a nap and recognizes us. We get a little “Hey, it you guys!” smile that melts my heart.

– find pumping a huge pain and give major props to women who do it more than 3-4 times a week.

– sent out Christmas cards for the second time in my life and didn’t order enough, so many people I adore didn’t get them. Oops.

– take entirely too many photos of this little nugget: