Number 1: our not so little guy has recently started rolling over. He's been rolling from belly to back for a couple months now but for the past couple weeks, he's been on the verge of rolling from back to belly. He would get so close and it took everything in me to not just tap him the rest of the way. Yesterday I left him with my mom for like an hour and when I got back she said "you've seen him roll onto his back, right?" To which I replied "I'm going to smack you in the face." She wasn't joking. The first time he ever rolled onto his back was with my mother. Are you kidding me? This was the major reason I wanted to be the one to stay home and see all his firsts! I'm not really mad, chill out. Today before we left for his doctors appointment he rolled over. TWICE. I know, I know he's like an all-star but hello, he's my child. Duh. I freaked out and probably scared some poop out of him when I was yelling and clapping and about to cry (ok I wasn't about to cry but I was flipping out). He looked up at me from his belly like "wth just happened? Am I walking or something? Save your energy for some of my bigger achievements, mother."
Number 2: He went to the doctor for his 4 month check-up. Here are his current stats:
Weight: 15 pounds 12 ounces (70%)
Height: 26 1/2 " (93%)
Head: 58%
Still a long, skinny boy with a little head. It's no wonder, the kid kicks his legs like he's about to run a marathon so he keeps those cals off. Smarty pants. So that was the fun part. Then he had to have shots. It didn't help that I had the wrong time for our appt. so we had to wait for 45 minutes in the waiting room. He was already about to lose it and kick some nurses in the jaw. So, he's laying there all semi-happy looking at his light up toy I was holding when out of nowhere they stuck him in both legs at the same time. It was the saddest thing I've ever witnessed. I think he screamed some F bombs, but I let them slide because he was pissed and I don't blame him. Then he looked at me like I was a straight up hooker and he was going to slap me. He eventually calmed down and passed out in the car. Now he has battle scars in the shape of some stupid cartoon character band aids that he probably hates.
passed out before we got out of the parking lot.
Number 3: His doctor gave us the green light to start giving him cereal. I was surprised because originally I had thought she pushed for 6 months. I don't think I want to start it until at least 5 months though. I don't hear a lot of positives about starting them this young. The one thing she did say was that the cereal could help with his reflux.
Pre-shots. Poor guy has no idea what's coming, he's just somewhat loving life because he's almost naked. He gets strangely excited to be naked before bath time every night. Worries me a little.
Just watching Nemo...nbd.
1 comments:
Poor guy! I hate the stupid bandaids...can't they at least be Burberry print or something baby fashionable? Really.
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