Sebastian: Four Months

I know. I realize these monthly updates can get monotonous and boring. It’s a picture of a cute baby and a bunch of words on how his “personality” is coming out, how he spends his days (and nights), and how much we love him to pieces. A lot of you are moms that know what kinds of trouble four month-olds can get into…none. Unless you count spitting up all over your clothes, their clothes, your floors and walls and surfaces and everything in between. So, here’s the cute baby:

Now feel free-as-can-be to move along because here comes my take on his personality.

Sebastian. A happy-spitter, as his Doc calls him. He eats, he burps, and woop, there it is. Like clockwork. Needless to say, I never wear anything more than once before it gets tossed into the laundry basket. He started giggling this month when tickled. Super ticklish that kid. Still hates his car seat which is great for my social life (and my sanity). Can we say “cabin fever”? Yes we can, we do, and we will. What else? Oh, he’s in the 90-95th percentile for height, the 75th for weight, and the 50th for head size. So much different than his sisters at their age. They were always, always, always in the teens and twenties for weight and head size but above average for height. He weighs now what they weighed at nine months of age (around 15.5 pounds). That is crazy to me.

He still sleeps right next to mwah in his co-sleeper but by “sleeps” I mean notallnight…yet. He fidgets around for food twice or thrice per night which is wonderful for my beauty sleep (and the reason I should stay far away from selfies). However tough some nights might be though, I awake to him every morning, on his tummy, propped up on his tiny elbows with a grin the size of Texas just staring at his one true love which leads me to the fact that…

He’s a momma’s boy. Only wants me, me, me…and Daddy too but mostly me - also great for my social life with the girls. I sometimes wonder what they think about this kid who’s always attached to the mom they used to know. It’s okay though because I ward off neglect by getting in twin-time during Sebastian’s several daily naps. :)

Speaking of those girls, they turned 22 months old last week. Want to know about their personalities? They’re bursting at the seams with them, like most almost-two-year-olds. Let’s do it acrostic style:

She’s our “good girl”. We say “no”, she stops. We say “go”, she goes. We say “jump”, she jumps. The one exception to the rule is doing her biznaz on the toilet. We’ll not revisit that nightmare but if you want to, have at it.

Oh Cecilia. I love her so much I want to squeeze her and she drives me so crazy sometimes that I want to squeeze her for that too. Everything is a game with her. ‘You want your cell phone back, catch me if you can.’ ‘Ooh, let’s see how close I can come to jumping on Sebastian’s head without actually jumping on it.’ She lives for the chase, for real. If she was a hashtag, she’d be #comeandgetme with #tryandstopme coming in a close second.