Well, I’m running a bit behind this week. It’s amazing how these weeks seem to fly by. Just seems like yesterday it was the 4th of July. Now, it’s not anything special, just the dog days of summer here in what is listed in a recent report as the 6th hottest city in the US. Yipes.
But this blog isn’t about the weather, it’s about our little buddy Alex. Speaking of, he had a doctor’s appointment on Friday. He’s now 22.5 pounds and 28 inches long. A large, but very healthy little boy. As the doctor put it, he came out big. And boy is he still getting bigger.
This week was fun to watch. He’s now rolling over on a regular basis. Saturday, I was watching him while Feli was upstairs and he just up and rolled over on his stomach. What’s funny is once he gets there, he doesn’t know what to do. And to make matters worse, he’s never really liked being on his tummy. So after a few minutes of grunting and pushing, he’ll start whining. So I turn him back over on his back and guess what … Yup, you guessed it, he rolls right back over.
Firsts: This was his first 4th of July. Not that the fireworks really did anything for him. He just slept through them as the neighbors shot off their purchases. Now as for Feli … We also took him to the Newseum where we just picked up a year membership on Groupon. Side comment, that’s quite a place, and I recommend anyone coming to DC should check it out. He’s also started using his bouncy chair. And boy does he like it. Put him in there and he’ll just bounce and bounce and bounce.
Ups: He’s still a mellow baby and still likes to hang out with mommy and daddy. Seems like just about wherever we go, he’s more than happy to ride along and look around. In fact, as I type, he’s in the crib cooing and blurbling and making very happy and contented sounds.
Downs: He’s still not sleeping as well as we (or should I say mommy) would like. His nighttime sleeping pattern is still a bit erratic. Some nights he sleeps better than others, but no matter what he still seems to sleep for a while then wake up just long enough to drag one of us out of bed for a little nip off the bottle or for us to jam his pacifier back in his mouth. Then he’s off to dreamland while we’re left trying to get back to sleep.