I know you'll shoot me one day for calling you that...so not like me, huh! Remember that I called your sister Em-a-lem-a-ding-dong. You also answer quite well to Mr. Chase-aroni. I'm going to start this letter with a picture comparison, I just have to.
You've grown so much in so many ways, it continues to baffle me. You were 4lbs. 10oz. at birth and at your 4 month check up you weighed in at 11lbs. 13oz. and if I had fed you just before putting you on the scale you most likely would have hit the 12lb. mark. No wonder you're cranky, you've been too busy growing to be all smiles all the time!
Speaking of cranky...we're starting to see the happy boy that you are underneath more and more. We've got a pretty good schedule going on which still includes about three naps a day for you, but when you're awake you're smiling, talking, grabbing for toys, and laughing at your sister. You love to sit in your bouncy chair with Emmie's stuffed monkey on your lap and talk to him and grab his face and try to eat him. You also like your thumb now! Miracle of miracles...I thought I was going to be a human pacifier forever...not that I mind, but sadly they don't have a shut off so you end up just wanting to comfort suck and getting mad as heck that milk is coming when you are full.
We got a nice case of thrush this month (you can see it in that picture)...10 days of Nystatin seemed to work but it was back and worse in two days...we were putting that sticky stuff on 4 times a day. Then we switched to Gentian Violet which is uber messy, but we only had to put it on once a day. I put it on two days in a row, you looked like you had sucked on a ball point pen, and then the third day we had to go to a wedding...I forgot to tell Mike's mom how to apply it and when I went to put it on the following day there was no more thrush and it has been gone ever since. Miracle stuff I tell you!
Oh no, another reason why you are going to kill me when you're older...sadly mommy has a lot of girl stuff from when Emmie was a baby so you're often in pink towels and pink wraps. Speaking of wraps, you've decided (THANK THE LORD) that they aren't so bad. You love to sit facing out in a ring sling and in a pouch and even a wrap, you'll tolerate facing in a wrap for about 20 minutes and even once you fell asleep in it for an hour...I can't tell you how much easier life will be when you decide that they aren't that bad always. You have also been up on my back already (I put you up there at two weeks and you hated it) and you protested after about 5 minutes. We'll get there my friend!
No one will believe me that this smiley little boy screams...I bring you out and people remark how cute you are and often ask, "Is he a good baby?" I politely smile and tell them that no, as a matter of fact, you're not really "good." I don't explain to them that I hate to call you good or bad, because you're not trying to be difficult, you're trying to let me know that your sad and mad and that the world is a hard place for you because it is so stimulating, so no, you're not bad, but you're certainly not an easy baby...but I don't love you any less because of it! You only scream bloody murder now in the car...and it is not just until you calm down or settle in, it's the whole ride. Be it three minutes to the store or q hours up to your cousin's christening in Maine. I feel bad for you but I know you are fed and clean and most likely tired so even if I pull off to console you you're just going to cry when it is time to get back in the car again. I'm trying to figure this out because lately we've just been sticking around here and trying not to take you places but that is getting old fast. You sister is usually fine for a few minutes of crying (when you're just quietly complaining) but when you lose it she loses it...she tells me to rub your head and get you home...little does she know I have to drive the car and it is a stick shift!
I'd love to write more but your nap is done and you and your sister need me...
I love you little boy!
Mommy
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