Jacoby is 4 Months Old!

Well my sweet little guy, your brothers have let you live to see four months old.  In our loud and rowdy house, that's quite the accomplishment.

You have taken a few proverbial steps forward this month, and a few steps backwards.  

You started sleeping through the night at five weeks old, and decided at 12 weeks old that you weren't going to do that anymore.  You gradually started waking up once a night, and slowly built yourself up to waking up every two hours for the past week.  I'm not feeling you right now, either.  You are worse than a newborn, and I'm not happy.  You are waking up because you are hungry.  You drain a six ounce bottle every two hours in the middle of the night.  I can tell you are truly hungry too, because your stomach is growling like crazy and it takes not more than five minutes to slam the contents of the bottle.  You do go right back to sleep afterwards, but still.  You're killing me, dude.  I also stopped nursing you yesterday in a giant hissy-fit of raw emotion (me with the emotion, not you).  Did I mention I'm not feeling you right now?

You are also a little chubby.  That's actually a politically correct term for F A T.  You clocked in at 18 pounds today, and are around 26.5 inches long.  People tell me you are "A Big Baby" whenever they see you.  You know, the politically correct term for F A T.  And I didn't see that coming at birth.  You were my smallest baby, but you were also born two weeks early and I practically starved myself to death (exaggeration) during pregnancy to keep my weight down and your weight down (doctor's orders), so who knows how big you would have been if not for those circumstances.  Anyhow, you have caught up and are now the biggest of all my babies at this age.  Congratulations big guy.

We started you on solid foods today.  I always skip the cereal and go straight to orange and yellow veggies first.  Rice cereal is the most constipating food on the market and in my opinion it's not the right way to start.  And that's free advice from a Mom who can't even claim to have stayed in a Holiday Inn Express last night.  But seriously, I don't do grains until six months.  Your brothers had a terrible time digesting grains so we will wait till later.  You get to eat delicious homemade baby food until then.  Today's menu consisted of fresh sweet potatoes.  Yum.  You REALLY liked it.  Typically a baby your size is confused when they first taste solids, but not you.  You literally snarfed down an entire half a serving of sweet potatoes with gusto.  You will be easy to feed.  

My camera is broken, and I am sorely disappointed.  And it's been very difficult for me, because I carry it wherever I go, and take pictures every day.  SO, until I get a new camera (my birthday is in a few weeks, hopefully the awesome gift giver, aka The Coach will take care of me in that respect) my pictures will be fuzzy and slightly icky.

  

You are very LOUD.  You holler a lot.  We have a loud house, an in order to get your voice heard, you have already learned you have to be loud.  No problem, you are indeed making the mark.  You are not angry, or mad, but you sure can holler and you don't stop until somebody pays attention to what you are hollering about.  Then you offer the sweetest and goofiest smile ever.  We are calling you Bo more and more as originally planned so from here on out in blog entries I shall refer to you as Bo.  

Let's talk about your baby clothes for a second.  I keep everything.  The only thing that makes me NOT a hoarder is that it's all organized and neatly stowed away in the attic.  Anyhow, I kept all of Justice's baby clothes, and both Jack and you have worn them.  I took these pictures because you were wearing a shirt that I remember Justice wearing 11 years ago.  That's a long time ago, and that shirt is in perfect condition.  You'd never know it's been through three rough and tumble baby boys.  There is something to be said for buying good quality (aka pricey) clothing when you intend for more than one kid to wear it.  

The many faces of Bo.  Ha.

My favorite is the Clint Eastwood squinty-eyed look.  You kill me with that face, and you make it a lot.  It's too funny to take seriously though my dear boy.

You are also teething.  You chew on everything, your fist being the preferred teether.

This picture cracks me up every time I see it for obvious reasons.  You are clearly unhappy, your mouth is clearly hurting, and you are clearly aggravated.  You are also very clearly flipping the world the bird. That's how you feel about teething, and I can't say that I blame you my boy.

A burp rag is delicious to chew on too when you are tired of your fist.

You sleep in your own crib now.  I know, I know... We are co-sleepers, right?  No more.  You are absolutely miserable to sleep beside.  You wiggle, squirm, fart, and snort like Mimi the Pug all night long.  Combine that with waking up every two hours to eat and I'm a zombie.  I moved you to your crib and although you still wake up every two hours to eat, I sleep for those two hours rather than have you burping, farting, and squeaking every five seconds to keep me awake.

When I'm holding you, you are all over the place.  Stand, sit, stand, sit, wiggle, wiggle, squirm, holler, stand, sit, holler some more.  When you sit with Dad?

Silence.  You SIT with Dad.  You like watching TV.  So you sit quietly until you fall asleep.  And here you are, in all your F A T glory.  Dad's wearing a fake cheese again.  

ACK, you are so stinking cute.  We love you to pieces.  You are an absolute joy to have around the house.  You watch your brothers so intently, and we know you are dying to hop off our laps and get into the middle of whatever they are doing.  They think they are looking forward to it...

But Mom and Dad know better.  The day you crawl into the middle of those two will be the day that their lives change forever!