My baby boy is 4 months old today.
Seriously!?
It totally doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.
But my calendar says it is so.
Riker had a check up today.
His 4 month stats are:
Weight = 16 pounds, 2 ounces (75th percentile)
Height = 25 inches (55th percentile)
Head = 42 centimeters (44th percentile)
Aw!
Look at his buddha belly.
And those thighs!
And that Charlie Brown head (he totally gets that from me).
Riker also had to get more shots today.
Super fun.
Hey, let’s play a game.
Can you spot the difference in these pictures?
If you said
“Riker is content and oblivious to the awful pain he’s about to endure in the first picture and screaming bloody murder while turning bright red in the second picture”
you would be right!
He screamed and screamed and screamed some more for 5 solid minutes.
I hate shots.
At 4 months, Riker can:
*sit up with support (he’s cool with his Bumbo now)
*hold his head up
*grab things with his hands and hold on with super human strength (“things” includes toys, my nose, my hair, my necklace, my lip, my shirt, etc)
*roll halfway over (from back to side…he can’t seem to get all the way over)
*straighten legs to stand up with support
*kick his legs like crazy, especially in the bath!
*create ridiculous amounts of drool
*sleep 12 hours at night (holla!)
Pretty much, my baby is awesome.
1 comment:
He is so cute! We will have to hang out when you guys come back to AZ so I can meet the little guy in person.
And yes, shots are terrible. :(
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