Spencer does some things I love.
He puts both hands in his mouth – at the same time:
He puts both hand in his mouth, at the same time – while swaddled:
He plays with his feet:
He smiles and coos:
And yesterday I think he was giving kisses. Huge, slobbery, open-mouthed kisses. Adorable.
Adorable, yes.
Sleeping through the night? Still no. UGH!
I took Spencer to the doctor yesterday for his four-month checkup. I explained my concerns about him not being able to lift his head. Then I put him on the table to illustrate my point.
And Spencer did this:
In the eleventh hour Spencer pulled through and lifted his head for the doctor as if he’d been doing as much his whole life. He still looks pretty strained most of the time when he’s lifting his head, but there’s progress!
My babies have not generally loved tummy time. Usually I make them endure it for a few minutes a day here and there. However, three months seems like the magical age where almost overnight they go from hating being on their tummies to pulling their head and chest up and enjoying their new view of the world.
I quote from babycenter.com talking about babies’ neck control at 3 to 4 months of age:
“You’ll notice a definite improvement in head control by this time. Your baby will be able to raise his head to 45 degrees while on his tummy and keep it up steadily.”
Here is Brooke at three months:
So far so good. The next picture is Caroline at three months (funny that she’s wearing the same thing Brooke was in the previous picture):
Yep, she’s also got the hang of it. Baby #3 is where we hit a snag. Here’s Spencer at FOUR months:
I think my baby is having a little problem with his neck muscles.
For at least the past three weeks I’ve been aggressively giving Spencer tummy time as often as possible and have seen little improvement in his ability to lift his head off of the ground (much less to the 45 degrees that Babycenter assures me he will be able to do at this age). We go to the doctor on Tuesday for his four-month appointment. I’m interested to hear what the doctor says about this.
I was up all last night with He Who Refuses to Sleep. His inability or lack of desire to sleep for longer than three hours at night is killing me. That’s simply all there is to it.
I like to play a fun game while I’m up with him. I look at his sweet baby face and think that in about 15 years his upper lip and chin will start sprouting facial hair. Then I imagine him with a mustache. And a full beard. Sometimes just a goatee.
Wanna play? Go ahead. Here’s a picture so you can visualize better:
If you didn’t find that wildly entertaining, I invite you to try again at about 3:30 a.m. I’ve found the game works best at about that time.
And hey, while you’re up, want to come over and man a shift for me?
You know the relief you feel when you wake up and realize you were just having a bad dream?
Last night I had a horrible dream.
I dreamed we gave Spencer a haircut.
Except it wasn’t a dream.
And when I woke up,
I only felt regret.
Console me.
