This little boy...

 

is 4 months old.

There have been too many milestones between this month and the last that it would be impossible to list them all.

He now naps like a champ, can almost sit up on his own steam, eats (baby) oatmeal and rice and apples and carrots, jumps like a kangaroo in the jolly jumper, and can even stand alone for a few seconds (with arms encircling him, but only so he doesn't fall backward or to either side.)

 

His "talking" is changing, too. There are squeals (bptbptbptbrrrrrr-RRRAAAAAAAAHAAAA!!!) and long, meandering stories. He talks through meals and in the bathtub, and sometimes in his sleep.

He laughs more often, too...although he doesn't find many things funny, being a serious little man. His grandma is his "fun person" and I am his "snuggle person", so most of his giggles belong to grandma. :)

 

Books excite him and slow music makes him cry. He can hold his bottle and eat from it himself (but I am not willing to give up bottle time snuggles just yet, so he doesn't get much practice). He has found his toes and can almost get them to his mouth.

And, best of all, he has wiggle-wormed himself even deeper into my heart than he already was. If that is possible. In fact, I think my heart might burst.

 

Happy 4 months, beautiful boy. I love you.