Following in Janssen’s footsteps, here are four things about this little man at four months.
He continues to be super vocal. Mostly it’s babbling, but when he’s mad it’s the highest pitch scream you’ve ever heard. We’ve also heard a few “dada’s” over the last week or so, which makes a certain man in this house all sorts of happy.
He watches Peanut all day long, following him with his eyes, and straining his neck to watch when he walks away, all the while wiggling and squirming as if he is just itching to jump up and join the fun.
His favorite thing right now is to stand, jump and stomp his feet. It’s like a hilarious little hoe-down every day.
His eyes are still so blue. It’s hard for me to imagine that two very brown eyed parents could produce a blue eyed babe, but those recessive genes might pull through for this guy. Only time will tell. For now, we call him our “little blue-eyed boy.”
On April 12, only an hour before you were born, we saw your hair. The nurse was thrilled when she saw the top of your head for the first time, and excitedly told us that you had lots of dark hair. As soon as you were born, this became your trademark and was the thing people commented on the most. Four months later, your little head is only covered by a few sorry wisps. Everyone told us that baby hair falls out, but we refused to believe it. Now it’s like we live with a cat — your sheets, blankets, clothes, pacifier, and face are constantly covered in your hair. We have family pictures coming up, so we’re hoping you hang on to a little bit of it until then. Either that, or make those new hairs grow a little faster.
It’s amazing how much you’ve grown in the last four months. You’re turning into such a little man, rolling over all the time, reaching for things, recognizing my face, and constantly exploring things by putting them in your mouth. When you don’t have a toy to play with, your hands are pretty much permanently in your mouth. You’ve discovered how to suck your fingers (sometimes one at a time, other times two or three at a time), and you also like biting your thumb. We’re hoping that doesn’t turn into sucking your thumb or else we’ll have to turn you over to Grandad for some dentistry. Any time you get a chance, you put mine or dad’s fingers in your mouth and chomp away at those. For some reason having fingers in your mouth makes you talkative, so it’s a bunch of mumbled jibberish, and pretty hilarious.
You’ve become so talkative and interactive this month. I’ve started singing to you a lot, and you now immediately recognize my voice. You’re a great listener while I sing, and then when I get quiet you make the cutest little concentration face and with all the energy you can muster, you talk or sing back. Although you’re dealing with some anxiety issues (like bursting into tears if I leave the room for ten seconds), it usually calms you down if I sing to you from the next room. But even though the calm is sometimes short lived, you’re full of smiles and giggles the second I walk back into the room. This also happens whenever you wake up from a nap, or when I come and get you in the morning; you might be whining, but as soon as I come into view over your crib, you smile so big that I think you might explode.
Who knew being a mom could be the most fun and rewarding job in the whole world? I sometimes think about my working days spent in an office and I realize how lucky I am to be home with you all day. I wouldn’t trade this job for anything.