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.