Month Four

Finn is officially a third of a year old. Four months have passed since I gave birth. That has to be one of the hardest facts for me to believe, and it seems more absurd with each passing day.

Currently at four months, Finn weighs 15 pounds, 13 ounces, and is 25ish inches long. He's still in the 75th percentile for everything, including head circumference (which is 17 inches). He got his next round of vaccines at his four month appointment, and while I still made Nathan hold him, I was at least able to stand next to them this time. Oh, and I didn't cry, but Finn sure did. Unlike his two month vaccinations, this time we saw a spike in his temperature. He was still happy and content, but that kid was radiating heat like a furnace in January. Fortunately, it only lasted 24 hours and he got plenty of extra snuggles between mom, dad, and grandma.

Also at four months, Finn is rolling from tummy to back, but only when he feels like it. He'll have days when he'll roll and roll and roll, and then go weeks without doing it again.  I've caught it on video, but it's so sporadic that Nathan is convinced I tied fishing line to him and pull him over myself. Ha! He's also a split second away from rolling back to belly. He'll make it to his side, lay there for a few minutes, and then flop back onto his back. He'll get there eventually, I'm sure on his own terms.

He has found his hands and his feet, and everything ends up in his mouth - from toys, to blankets, to fingers. Anything he can wrap his slimy little fingers around is going to his mouth - or at least in that direction. He's still working on accuracy.

He coos, he shrieks, he LAUGHS. He still cries, but mostly when it's bedtime and he thinks he should be able to stay up with us big kids. Finn certainly enjoys listening to his voice, and it's been entertaining watching him try to figure out how it works and what he can do with it. Sometimes it's as though he's trying his hardest to form words. He'll sit with his little moth open and move his lips. Ultimately, a grunt or gurgle comes out, but I'm looking forward to the day when a real word is formed.

At four months, Finn is still a genuinely happy dude. And he is still ultimately the best thing I've ever done.