Shots at 4 months are markedly less stressful for baby and mother. He cried minimally, my eyes stayed dry. When the medical tech left and A's tears abruptly stopped, he looked at me in panic and I could almost read his mind "get me the HECK outta here before that crazy lady comes back!" We left, we browsed at the bookstore, and he was throwing flirty grins at little girls by the time we checked out. Back to his charming self.
Still biggie sized, but not as much as I'd assumed. 17 pounds of fun, putting him in the 90% range. (For you non-moms, this means 90% of United States baby boys his age weigh less than A, a plump 10% minority weigh more.) 25.5 inches long (75%), a 17.75 inch head (97%).
We begin adventures in eating tomorrow. Solid foods, here we come. Expect pictures of a food smeared baby mug, naturally. Just boring rice and oats to start, but I've got a book on organic homemade baby food all ready to go after those go down with ease. No surprise, we'll be shopping Whole Foods (read: Whole Paycheck) for the makings of A's homemade organic menu.....while J and I will continue to eat whatever's fast and on sale at the neighborhood grocer.
Sleeping. Oh, Anderson. He's been a handful in this area of late. After sleeping oh-so-soundly for half his life, he decided he was making our lives far too easy and mixed it up a bit. Mixed it up = up screaming 3-4 times a night, refusing to go back down without a bottle, usually also refusing to return to his own bed. No good. His doctor (who I trust and respect) says it's time for some sleep training, "Ferberizing" if you will. Oh, boy. Mama's having a tough time with this one because this method involves some crying. For babies, for mommies, very likely for soft hearted daddies too. But in my heart, I know he's ready. Cross your fingers that this is a quick and semi-painless process.
That's all she writes today. Reading up on sleep methodology, folding laundry, awaiting A's wake up and a stroll around the 'hood.