Hope Still Flies

Best four months of my life? Probably safe to say so.

Once again confirming all those stupid cliches about life are stupid, but true.

Thad is growing, and it still seems to be happening at the speed of light. Every day he gets a little stronger, grabs things a little quicker, hates tummy time a little less. Honestly it's one of the coolest things ever to watch. It also makes sending him to daycare harder.

This past month has been awesome. He's definitely less newborn and more infant now. And he is such a happy kid. Smiles all the time. See:

 Him smiling to me from across the room makes my heart just hurt with awesomeness. He's down to crying when he's hungry (because duh he's starving to death and the world's ending) or overtired. When he's bored or annoyed he mostly just whines now. Which is cute for now, but won't be in a year.

For instance, right now he's whining to me and working to crying and putting his head on the floor to protest tummy time. He's not dramatic at all.

(For the record, he can roll over, just prefers to be rescued.)

We worked at fully transitioning to crib this month. He does great from 8 to about 1, then wakes up and sometimes just needs his paci, but fidgets to keep himself awake for up to an hour. Have I mentioned I miss him being swaddled? Sometimes he ends up back in his rock n play (I know... bad habits...) where, literally, as soon as he lays down he's out. I've even tried making his crib more like his rock n play... doesn't work. From there it's hit or miss until we get up at six. But he's in a routine enough he's ready for the day at six on weekends too. But we did discover that he sleeps better laying on his side. But they can't let him do that at daycare because he won't roll over enough. Stubborn.

Had one scary moment last week... He wears a Snuza to bed. Basically it's a monitor that goes on his diaper to make sure he's breathing. Been great for helping me feel better about him being in his crib. Anyway at about 1:30 am this alarm woke me up and it took me about 2 seconds to realize it wasn't the smoke detector, and it was coming from Thad's room. So I ran across the hall (Michael didn't wake up) and Thad was still sleeping which worried me too, but I turn off the alarm and it looks like he's breathing, just really shallowly. I shook his tummy a little bit and he started breathing more deeply and I turned back on his monitor and it started catching his breaths again. But safe to say I was awake for awhile after that. I think the mixture of breathing shallowly, and being so skinny the monitor doesn't always lay quite right was what caused the alarm to go off but dang. No thanks.

I maybe bought a $10 pool from Target since he loves baths so much. And then made the rookie mistake of putting water in from the tap outside and plopping Thad in it. He wasn't so happy about that. And then I tried to put my feet in... it was a little cold. But after that I just put in his feet a little at a time and he eventually got to sitting down. Now he's a fan. Worth the $10 for the summer's worth of fun.

He did pretty well at his appointment this morning. His cough is still lingering, and the doctor thinks it's some upper respiratory thing holding on, so we brought home a nebulizer. Said we'd be all right to start cereals in about a month. He cried pretty good when they gave him his shots, but once we picked him up he just had some tears and sad whining/crying. And gave the nurses his best pouty lip. He took a nap and is back to talking up a storm on his activity mat. Think it was worse for me and Michael.

And now for the little things...