Tales of *tiny* Ty: Four Month Round-Up

If I thought things were fun before, I must be having a big-time BLAST now!! And as it turns out, I am. This last month has been a blur of normal, happy days that are well deserving of a recap.

The month can be described in one word: handsy. Whenever Ty gets the chance he tries to cram one or both hands into his mouth. I suppose it's a sign of his developing hand/mouth coordination, but I miss all those big cheesy grins we used to get in pictures. The grins are still there, just largely obscured by slobbery little paws. If he loses (or removes) his pacifier, it takes him about .3 seconds to work his hands up there to take its place.

His eating has improved a lot, or maybe my approach has changed to accommodate his ornery little self. I usually have him bound in his sleep sack for feedings, and I've let go of the need to make him eat for a certain amount of time. If he's distracted, it's better to just let it go rather than wage war. His 6pm feeding, which was by far his absolute worst, has now become little more than a snack. And I'm ok with it.

 I feel like last month he was doing all kids of new things, but this month has mostly been a continuation of it all. He still only rolls on occasion and sometimes I can eek a giggle or two out of him. He pushes up really far when laying on his tummy and can grab things when placed in front of him. He does much better in the Bumbo and will sometimes even sit there nicely while I make dinner (THAT's a big help). He still pukes like a kid at a carnival, still fits perfectly in Carter's 3, and still likes to splash in the tub :)

I love my job and my tiny little boy! I try so hard to soak him up and thank the Lord that I get to do this life. From the time we brought him home the days and weeks have flown...so I take lots and lots of pictures:

This is pretty much the way Ty felt about the beach. Meh. 

I'm not really sure what's going on here.

Aww :) 

I can't get enough of bath towel baby. 

He likes to fold his hands nicely...when he isn't trying to stuff them in his mouth, of course. 

Love that little Zebra Cake!

Smile for mommy!

Taking advantage of my white duvet cover, now a bit worse for the wear thanks to my expectorating son. 

Sweet boy...sometimes ;) 

Notice I'm discouraging hand-munching in this shot. 

And this one. 

Oh...forget it. 

Knock yourself out, kid. 

Happy four months, buddy!