This babychild is four months old and that is bonkers! Every couple of weeks I feel like, “This is it, this age is perfect and so fun and it couldn’t get any more adorable,” and then boom it gets even better. Four months is so fun. And here’s why.
The laughing! We can pretty much get little dude to give us shrieking laughs with one of a few tried and true methods. He loves getting kissed and he loves zrbtts (Cosby Show, anyone? I zrbtt you.) on his tummy. He also loves getting tossed around, much to his father’s glee.
Also, the sleeping. Ah beautiful sleep. I hope the baby gods don’t strike me down for saying this and punish me with a thousand sleepless nights, but little dude is still sleeping through the night like a champ. He wakes up around 7:15 and talks to himself in his crib for about 15 minutes (just enough time for me to get back from the gym, and get showered & ready) and is all smiles when I go in to get him up. Naps are also getting better — three pretty solid naps a day, which are becoming more and more an actual reliable schedule. And that is rad.
Speaking of talking to himself, his little voice just slays me. I remember the first time I heard his voice when it wasn’t a cry — just a little sigh of contentment. I can still hear it in my head, even though he was probably just a month old. Those sighs have become gurgles, babbles, shrieks, coos, giggles, and everything in between. I just love listening to him talk and I like to imagine what his inner monoloque must be. Probably something about how weird his parents are.
Obviously there are challenging moments too, but right now I feel like we’re in a sweet spot. He’s happy, we’re happy, there’s a routine, we’re all jiving. I’m sure next month I’ll be tearing my hair out about something new. We’ll deal with that next month, though. Right now, I’m just excited to get up every day and get to spend time with this little four month old. xoxo