This morning, I put my baby in the very last size 1 diaper he will ever wear in his life. I can't believe how big he's getting. I probably should have moved him up a size over a week ago, but I just couldn't bring myself to admit that he's so big.
Watching Rock grow has been the highlight of my life for the past 16 1/2 weeks. I can't believe it's been than long! Who would have thought that time would pass so quickly. I was afraid he wouldn't even resemble a baby when he was 4 months old, but now that it's only a week and a half away, I am happy to say that he still will be a baby (just don't tell him that).
In the past weeks, Rock has learned to:
Suck his thumb (since he was about 2 weeks old)
Stick his tongue out
Blow raspberries
Grab toys and put them in his mouth
Stand on his own two feet (with help, and since he was about 7 weeks old, maybe a little younger, even)
Coo and scream, even--he's a good yeller
Do some serious mini pushups
Hold an excellent flying Superman pose
Sleep through the night (every night since he was about 7 weeks old)
Understand and love praise--and getting his picture taken
Smile and laugh
Grin mischievously after he poops
And a million other things, and he only gets better and better at them as time goes on. What a sweet, adorable baby. He's brilliant and he is the best thing that ever happened to me--with the sole exception of marrying Michael.
