Guess who turns 5 months old today?
He would not smile for pictures. Besides, this is a very accurate portrayal of his temperament lately. Well, half at least. He is either melting down into a puddle of tears and screams, or he is exploding with smiles and giggles. Really not much in between.
As of his last check-up, which was 2 weeks ago, he was 16 1/2 lbs, and 23.5″ long, which is rather short. Below the 5%, in fact. So he is a round, dense little peanut. He still has the shortest legs I have ever seen. It’s almost worrisome, they’re so short, but then I recall how his daddy’s inseam is shorter than mine, even though he is 6 inches taller than me. Sorry, kid. Also, at his previous check-ups, his head was also on the smaller side, around the 35-50%, but since then, his head has had a bit of a growth spurt. He’s now in the 50-75% for head circumference. How does your head suddenly become big? And I call bullshit. Someone incorrectly measured something. If he really had a big head, neither of us would have fared so well during the pushing stage. But whatever. Better now than before he came out, right?
He is moving right along in the development department. He still can’t roll over back-to-front, which I swore he would be doing by now, but that could just be because he is so round. But whatever. I don’t pressure him. He can do other neat things, like pass objects from hand to hand, fake cry, take his binky out of his mouth and put it back in, and I swear he tries to crawl when he is on his stomach. It never turns out well, and I try to tell him, you are missing a step or two, kiddo. He’ll get there soon, and then we’ll be in big trouble.
We have not started the solids yet. He is still on a healthy diet of mom’s milk, supplemented with formula that I swear smells like mildew mixed with plastic. I can’t imagine it tastes good, but he doesn’t complain, he just eats. But we are so getting ready for it. I’ve decided to make his baby food. I went shopping at Sprouts for the finest organic goods, and bought these storage cases for freezing the food, and I straight-up pureed him some mother-fucking baby food. I plan on sharing the details of how all this was done in a later post. I feel like super woman again. I can make his food with my body, and my cheap food processor. Fuck yeah.
Bed time around here is insane. He doesn’t get adequate naps during the day, because as soon as his big brother sees him snoozing in his bouncy seat, he can’t resist the urge to run up to him and put his hand in his mouth and smother him with kisses. Also, if Deven screams, or makes any loud noise, which is pretty much all of the time, he wakes up. So by 7, he is running on fumes, and like last night, he’ll go from kicking his legs and flailing his arms, and smiling and giggling like a crazy person, to screaming inconsolably. Vance and I are passing him back and forth until he just gives up and passes out. He’ll usually sleep until about 1, and then some how he ends up in the bed with me. At first I was adamantly against him sleeping in my bed, because we had such difficulty breaking Deven of that habit, but I think I prefer this. He sleeps for longer stretches, and he gets to cuddle, and, oh yeah, I get to sleep. I can’t, with all I am doing these days, argue with that. We’ll worry about sleep training when he’s weaned.
He does this funny thing only in the mornings where he’ll stick his finger, or my nipple, in his mouth and “talk.” I don’t understand why, but it’s hilarious, and very cute. And I haven’t gotten it on video yet because who is thinking about whipping out a camera to record something first thing in the morning? Sure as hell ain’t me.
During the day, his “talking” comes out more like this:
After watching this video, my friend pointed out how apparent his love for his big brother is. It’s true. After me (thats right, I’m the favorite), Deven is Archer’s favorite person, even though he wakes him up from his naps, and will sometimes do mean things like bite him and yank on his arms, he still thinks he is the funniest little person in the whole world. I know this probably won’t last; once Archer turns two and starts following Deven around, and wanting to do all of the things Deven wants to do, that the fighting will likely start. But right now, all I want to do is savor all of these sweet moments between brothers.
Also, a big fat mazel tov to Rebecca on the birth of her twin girls! Twice the love and snuggles!