Oh to be loved

On Sunday, Luke turned the big 0-4 months. We spent the entire day at the Ashtons watching Conference, eating way too much good food, letting the kids play and making hair bows. I did eat some lemon cake and monkey bread and orange rolls and dinner rolls. . . so maybe that can count as a little celebration.

Monday happened to be the first day of Fall break and so I decided to enjoy my first lazy morning by scheduling an 8:30 am well-check. GENIUS!! Everything went great. Nate only cried for a minute or two when Luke got his shots, and Luke cried even less. What a great big brother.

Weight wise, he was 14 pounds, 6.5 ounces and "on the verge of the 50th percentile." I'm sure to most, it's not a big deal, but I was so excited that he's doing so well since he was once upon a time below the 5th percentile. We're almost average here people!!! He really is getting to be such a sweet chunky monkey. But not in an obscene way that would horrify my sister who hates fat babies. I should also mention that she is pregnant, so she will probably give birth to a mini-giant because life is funny like that. Especially when it comes to things you think/say about other people's children.

At four months Luke has now been sleeping 9-10 straight at night for 2 months and he can finally handle his GERD well enough to lay down when he's sleeping (I had him sitting up for awhile). He loves to grab his feet and try to suck on his fingers and thumbs and grab at his dangling toys. He coos and talks to us for hours and loves to smile, but every time we make him laugh the poor thing gets hiccups.

He is so spoiled. We sit around and stare at him all day and say things like, "Isn't he the cutest baby ever?" or "Could there be a more perfect baby?" He is definitely doted on. I think we may all get fat from the amount of time we just sit and love all over him. The kids still fight over who gets to hold him or sit next to him and if I put him on the floor, he is never alone.



The other night I was getting Nate ready for bed and this is what I came back to. I think every little guy needs some big sisters to shower him with love and affection. As Sadie says, "Luke, you're the best baby ever!!!!"