Nov 17 2008
Tick Tock’ing Away
Four months old. I’m absolutely in awe that my son is now four months old! I sat at the computer last night looking upon pictures of when Noah was just born, a five-week preemie weighing in at seven pounds, nine ounces. A large preemie, that’s for sure, and yet, for me, he was so incredibly tiny. Ryan was born at nine pounds, two ounces, so holding seven pounds in my arms made me that much more cautious. And yet, he has thrived. Although I haven’t had his four-month doctors appointment yet, I believe he’s about 19 pounds now. That’s more than Ryan was at this age. His thighs are full of baby chunk. When I give him a bath at night, I have to smooth over his rolls in order to clean in the creases. The chub on his chin has grown to such proportions that he’s now got two chins entirely. When I lift him into my arms it’s tough to remember that just four short months ago, he was this tiny swaddled being cuddling to my chest. When he smiles at me, that adorable dimple in his right cheek making it’s mark, I literally swoon. I forget what it is I was about to do and just sit there, enjoying my time with my son. Four months old. Can time please stop it’s ticking?
