Four, four, four months!?! I'm stunned how quickly the time has gone. Baby Josh is growing so fast. The last month has flown by, but it has been filled with some great milestones for the littlest Maxwell.
Josh is now verbal - cooing, squealing, and generally exercising his voice. He loves to "sing" along with Scott's guitar and "talk" to me when he's on the changing table.
Josh is an observer. He is pretty happy watching a mobile or the toys hanging from his baby gym, but his favorite, by far, is the mirror. I love holding him up and sharing smiles with our reflection.
This has been a month of baby giggles. Our first baby belly laughs came when we put Josh in the bath with Owen. He and shrieked with joy and the laughter was contagious - all 4 of us giggling.
Josh has settled into a predictable night sleep pattern... sort of. He's down at 7:30 and up at 6:30 or 7:00, but don't let that lead you to believe he is sleeping through the night. Oh no. He's up to eat twice and sometimes awake and needing to be settled down another 2 or 3 times. I am so, so, so glad we have him in our room, so my awake time is fairly brief (but also wondering if having him in another room might help him sleep better...)
Naps are a whole other ball game. But it will come.
We were thinking that Josh might be getting my brown eyes because his have been super dark since birth, but last weekend I looked at him and realized they had turned steel blue. It's hard to tell in pictures (thank you winter lighting), so you'll have to take my word for it.
Unfortunately, Josh's reflux has taken a turn for the worse over the last few weeks. His meds seem to be keeping him comfortable, but the bibs and burp clothes are back in force around our house. I have discovered that an advantage of having a second reflux kid is that Scott and I are experts at predicting when the spit-up is coming. As a result, our clothes are MUCH cleaner than they were when Owen was this age. Big brother has also gotten quite adept at calling out "He's spitting!" at the appropriate moments, which helps. (Though I had to giggle the other day when Josh spit up and hit Owen in the foot.)
I'm interested to see how big Josh is at his Dr appt next week. He just feels solid. And he has gotten so much stronger. Almost overnight, Josh is now happy to do his tummy time and sits happily holding his head up and looking around. Last week, Scott thought he had a fluke roll over, but since Scott, I, and the gals at daycare have all seen him lift his head and push his arms to flop over on his back (and Owen and I actually cheered for him to do it 3 times in a row), it must not be much of a fluke.
During today's tummy time, I got some pictures that finally came out looking like the Josh I hold all day. For some reason, I just feel like our camera hasn't been catching what he really looks like. Maybe because he has such a round head and it always looks flat on film? Either way, I was glad to capture these, as they really show Josh at 4 months:
Happy 4 months Joshua, Josh, Joshie, Josharoo!