No one knows what I weigh, but we'll find out next week when I have my four month needles. But let's not dwell on that just yet...
I continue to be the happiest of babies.
My reflux is under control and I don't even vomit too much anymore; just the odd spew, well timed and executed over Mum's shoulder.
Over the past few days, my sleeps have been a little irregular and I've woken up a few extra times overnight. Mum thinks I might be going through a growth spurt. Or getting teeth.
I have almost outgrown my bassinet. In fact, Mum's pushing it a bit by keeping me in there. I only need to grow another centimetre or two and my head will touch the top and my feet the bottom! So, it's just about time to move to the cot.
I still sleep wrapped up tightly in my miracle blanket. But this, too, is almost too small for me. Mum wonders if I'd like to have access to my hands. So she will let me try to sleep unwrapped soon. If that doesn't work, we'll just have to extend the miracle blanket!
Speaking of my hands, I love to suck on them. And any time my little toes are free, I'll shove them into my mouth too. Meanwhile, no dummy has been near my mouth in quite some time. Mum is ready to accept that, like Noah, I'm just not a dummy-loving kind of baby.
I've finally been allowed to play on the playmat/baby gym. Mum just puts a cushion under a sheepskin to keep me propped up so I don't vomit. I love to play with the little bee and sun and frog that hang from the toy bar. I'm also very close to rolling over.
Still no tummy time for me. I don't believe in tummy time. I can hold my head up perfectly well without this tummy time business, thanks very much!
I am starting to show more personality. I smile a lot and I giggle from time to time too. I really love my brother; I think everything he does is fascinating. He loves me too and likes to include me in his games.
Happy four months to me!
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