Four Months

Peter is four months old. He's changed so much in the last few weeks!

He started rolling and scooting everywhere and putting everything in his mouth just before he turned four months old. He's usually busy trying to sit up and loves to stand too--and he's got the STRONG legs for it.

Somewhere in time he did NOT get the memo on how to stay my baby for long.

He's full of lots of GIANT smiles for Mom, some for Dad and other familiar faces. He's a reserved baby--he only actually laughs every once in a while and rather softly. Someone once observed that he seems like he has an old man's soul. I think they nailed it on the head.

For his checkup he measure at like the tenth and fifteenth percentiles for weight and height (but 50th for head circumference... big head for that little body). This momma just doesn't do chunky babies without formula intervention. And Peter's had the least amount of formula thus far between my boys.

His cute head of hair has thinned a ton, and he still gets compliments on the amount of hair he has--which I feel like is none after what he had. He sports the classic bald spot on the back of his head.

It's strange to think of him as so little anymore. The newborn phase came and went in a single blink! He's been a part of our family's life for four months, but his presence has been very much a part of mine for a year now. I just wish these kids' little bodies would stop getting any bigger so dearly.

Minister to the Sick

Good thing we have our three year old, who fell sick first with this week long cold, to tend to the rest of us all the while.

Reading books to us in bed and administering shots--nice deal!

Five

Our family has a five year old now! 

On his birthday, Gabe woke up and came down the stairs and whispered in awe, "I turned five!" like it was a magical process that happened overnight.

He opened his Geotrax airport, opened a box of 5T clothes, went to school, played at an indoor trampoline place,  ate dinner at Chuck-a-Rama (his choice), and ate cake.

The day before we let his five favorite neighborhood friends over to play their hearts out--little boy style! Aaaand the day after we had grandparents over for cake, ice cream,  and presents--a couple more contributions to our new Geotrax. Whew!

At five, his favorite color is blue, he still loves trains, his favorite food is alfredo, and his favorite thing to do is ride his bike. 

This kid is still very smart. He can read books to us and picks up on store names and street signs when we drive. He's figuring out adding (with his fingers) and counting by two's, etc. 

Gabe's had quite the autism month--the holidays with so many gatherings and excitement make it a long month, and I seem to forget that until it's already happening. But unbelievably, his preschool teachers say that he's doing so well that me makes a better peer than the model peers in class. 

After his birthday was done, his thought process moved on to looking forward to turning six, going to kindergarten, and maybe losing some baby teeth. Whoa down, 'migo.