4 Month Old

Technically you were 4 months on Sunday.
But since at least one person in this house has been sick since last week, this post dropped to the back of my to-do list. You are sick for the second time in a week and all of us hate it.

We took you for a check-up at the doctor's office and he said you had the strength and body control of a 5-month old.
You're a buff baby.

You use that strength to grab at anything within reach and shove it in your mouth. New favorite objects for this game include your socks and feet.

Also my kitchen tools. Or really, anything that is not for babies. I found you sucking on an extension cord the other day. Safe Parenting award goes to: your mother.

You've rolled over twice. I suspect that you could do it all day long but you have zero desire to do so. Instead you cry at me to get you up off your stomach. Tummy time is not your favorite.

I sort of have a schedule for you, but you like to thwart my plans as much as possible. You seriously hate taking afternoon naps.
You love to read books with us before bedtime and I am perpetually afraid you are going to rip the pages of the library books I get for you.

You like to laugh and make funny noises. You're happiest when there are lots of people around to entertain you. You are turning into a very social baby. Church is your favorite.
Your mother bores you, often.

It's ok though, because I love you and I'm pretty sure you love me.
Even when I make you take naps.