Wyatt, month 3

Dear Wyatt,

Baby Bear, you are 4 months old now! Holy cats (as my friend Natalie says), how is that possible?!? I'll probably say this every time, but I cannot even believe how freakishly fast time goes by. In some ways it feels like you've been in our lives forever but then in other ways it feels like it was only yesterday that you were being born. We certainly can't imagine our lives without you in them anymore, that's for sure! Before you came along we had a good life, and we enjoyed our time quite a bit. But now...now it's on a whole other level (in a good...no, an awesome, way). And it's all thanks to you!

Let's see, this month we had several more firsts. Mommy got a new job (which isn't a first, but will help us achieve our financial goals much faster), we took family pictures with a professional photographer, you dressed up for Halloween and you visited papa's office for the first time.

You now get startled by noises, particularly by Henry's barking fits. You especially don't like it when Henry barks while you are sleeping. Oh the sad faces you can make when you get startled! You also make a very distinctive "sleep song" (or zombie noises, depending on how you want to describe it) when you are ready for a nap, and you are very easily distracted while nursing lately.

You love to "stand" (with our assistance, of course), and you get the happiest look on your face when you push your legs up to get in the standing position! You haven't made a ton of progress on sitting unassisted, but you do occasionally sit for several seconds at a time before toppling over into our waiting arms. You also, right at the end of your fourth month, rolled over from belly to back twice in a row! We were practicing tummy time, and you decided that you would much rather be on your back than your belly so every time I put you down you'd roll over. It was very cute, and we laughed and clapped and celebrated your achievement!

Toys are really starting to hold your interest now. Your great grandma gave you a crinkly Winnie the Pooh book when she was here, and you absolutely love to grab it and nom on it (nomming is chewing, in case that word isn't used much when you are old enough to read these). You also figured out how to pull one of your crib toys to make it laugh, and we'll hear that giggle over and over and over again when you are in your crib.

Speaking of your crib, you don't spend much sleepy time in that thing (but you don't mind awake/play time in there). We've tried and tried to get you to sleep in your crib, but the fact remains that you aren't ready to sleep on your own yet and so for the time being we are a co-sleeping family and you sleep in bed with us. We don't mind it actually, and in fact we pretty much love having you so close to us. You and I both get a lot better sleep now that we're right next to each other all night, so it's a win-win situation. We're sure that you'll be ready to sleep on your own eventually, so we're just savoring this time together while it lasts.

You have a definite bashful gene in you, and it's so interesting to me to see these personality traits appear. It's not like we taught you to be bashful or to hide your face when you feel this emotion, so it must be something innate (nature, instead of nurture). Regardless, it's pretty cute when you get bashful and it makes you even more endearing to those around you.

There was a blog post that went viral a few weeks ago, regarding a mom's love for her 5-yr-old son and her decision to let him dress up as Daphne from Scooby Doo (his choice) for Halloween. Let me tell you something right here and now, Wyatt. You can be whomever you want to be at any time of your life, and you papa and I will support and love you unconditionally. Unconditionally. If you want to dress up in a costume typically thought of as a girl's costume, so be it. And if anyone, ANYONE, has a problem with it...well they'll likely have a conversation with my fist! In all seriousness, violence isn't the answer but I will protect you from bullying with every fiber of my being. Your papa and I both experienced bullying in school, and it had profound effects on us. The fact that some moms thought it was a-okay to bully (and yes, they were being bullies) this poor kid and his mom over a flippin' Halloween costume is disgusting to me. So anyway, stepping off my soapbox now...we love you, all of you, not just for who we want you to be but for who you are (and who you will be). Nothing can change that and we will do our best to make sure that you never feel that you have to hide anything from us.

Your official stats for this month are as follows: head circumference = 17 1/4 inches (90th percentile); length = 27 inches (100th %, "You're going to be a tall, tall man" is what Dr. Beth says); weight = 17 lbs 4 oz (75th %). Grow baby, grow!

Here's a link to your continuing photo album. We printed all of these off this last month, so now I need to buy some albums so we can store them!

We love you so very, very much, Wyatt. You are such a happy baby. Your smile fills our hearts with joy every time. Just when we think our hearts are totally full with all the love we feel for you, you smile again and our hearts swell just a little more. You are the best gift we've ever been given.


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