Four Months

My little man is four months old now, and every cliche and "parentism" about time going by too fast is completely true and that annoys me.  I don't like to think of myself as a "typical" parent and so generally I assumed that wishing myself uniquely gifted at recognizing every moment and carefully cataloging it away in my steel trap of a brain was going to be what set me apart as a mom.  Turns out that steel trap that had so often served as a fail-safe vault of easily recollectable details has turned into more of a wide mesh strainer that catches only looming deadlines and wilted spinach.  If you're a UND hockey fan think of it as when they used to sub Jordan Parise in for Phil Lamoureux, not good.  If you're not a UND hockey fan, tsk tsk...

Anyway, what was I saying?  Oh yeah, time flies and no it hasn't all been "fun" per se, but it has been better than I would ever imagine.  Turns out, I may fall in line with the idea of a "typical mom" but I have anything but a typical baby.  He is off the charts in both height and weight and is doing some pretty advanced stuff for a 4-month old, like holding his head up far past 90 degrees, rolling both ways and "tri-pod sitting" (see photos below).  He loves to laugh, stand with any help he can get, smile, flirt, sing, hum, squeal, and chew on absolutely everything.  He gets constant remarks on how big he is but the most often received comments are, obviously, on how cute he is.  And those people are correct.  He truly is the cutest baby there ever has been.  Now, you might be thinking it's just because I am his mom but I want to give you this opportunity to put all other thoguhts of babies aside, even thte feelings you may have for your own children (they don't have to know), close your eyes, clear your mind and then look at these photos:

See?  Now don't you feel better being honest about who is the cutest baby ever?  You don't need to comment unless you agree, for the rest I'll just take your silence as assent :)

In all seriousness I am beside myself with how blessed I am to be a part of this little life, and not simply a part but responsible as well.  I am grateful for every giggle and every cry, because with each breath he's still breathing and that means he's still mine.  Month five is fast approaching and includes lots of finding toes and rolling across the room and many more smiles.