H is four months old today.  And to mark the day, we got our first snow flurries of the season.  It’s hard to believe that H has been with us for a third of a year already.  In many ways it feels like he has been part of our family forever.  And in other ways, it feels like he just got here yesterday and he has grown up so fast.  I was just looking at pictures of him last night, from when he was just a few weeks old.  He looked so different then, and there were only hints of his personality that would come through the otherwise constant eating and sleeping.  I just really can’t believe that he looked like this only four short months ago:

And now looks like this:

He is getting more coordinated and aware of his surroundings every day.  He is starting to take an interest in what I am eating, although he is not at all ready for solids in my opinion.  But he does love to watch me eat and look at my food.  When we stand him up, he is starting to shuffle his little feet forward instead of remaining stationary.  And when he is in his jumper, he can control his movements more and more.  When he wants to stop jumping, he knows he can stiffen his legs and come to an abrupt halt.  He is even getting mobile in his crib.  Often when I go to pick him up, I find he has turned his body completely in reverse, so that his head is where his feet were when I first put him to bed.  We’ve started bathing him in the sink, but he feels uneasy in the water.  We try to make him feel comfortable, but I believe it will take several more baths before he feels comfortable sitting in the water.  He is still used to the sponge baths he got for the first four months!  H has his four month check-up next week, so we shall see how much growing he has done.  He has grown out of almost all of his diaper covers already—I see a trip to Sprout in our future!  Most of the covers are tight around the leg gussets where he appears to be storing most of his fat.  His thighs are certainly the biggest thing on him.  I jokingly refer to him as “thunder thighs” or “my full-figured infant.”  I never imagined that cellulite could be so cute.