I am 100% in denial about how quickly the year is passing by. I can hardly believe we are at the 8(+) month mark.
This month, we discovered that Jonah has not been gaining weight like he should. At 4 months, he was at the 75th percentile and has dropped to around the 5th percentile this month; gaining less than a pound in the past 4 months. I am used to super fat babies. I make big babies!
This has been a surprise, and we are still trying to figure out if it is cause for concern....or if he is just a little, peanut baby. Of course, we are concerned that he has fallen off of his growth curve. But.....he is happy and hitting all of his major milestones. He doesn't seem to be bothered or super hungry. Maybe God has blessed me with a little guy so that I am forced to cherish and am lucky to have some extra time with the itty bitty stages. He is still wearing mostly 3-6 month clothing, some 6-9 month, and a size 2 diaper. He is 16 pounds, 12 ounces.
I am currently trying to pack in some extra calories; letting him eat anything he will that makes him happy. He wishes he could eat big boy food all of the time. He will scream if you take it away from him.
An accidental find during some testing we did to check on his weight was a staph infection. He was a champ and finished his antibiotics without any problems. We are waiting to hear back from the Doc that it is all cleared up, but he never showed any symptoms...so it wasn't a big deal.
Other big and exciting news was that after a month of being on the verge, some frustration, and lots of downward-facing-dog moves, Jonah has started crawling. He is loving his mobility. He chases me down...slowly but surely, and goes after shoes, remotes, and his brothers' toys.
I have to be much quicker taking pictures as he often takes off on me.
Toys entertain him a little more these days, but his favorite is still Mama! He is happiest in my arms, and I can rarely put him down. Forget about walking away while he plays. He will scream and cry if I do. The house is in a constant state of disarray because of it, but I love that he loves me. And I know this is a short season that I need to cherish.
As if on cue, on his official 8 month birthday, he started pulling up. He was so proud the first time...but it didn't last long and he came crashing down. Mommy broke the fall, and since then he has continued to explore and climb all over Mama....she is the best jungle gym.
Sleep has also improved this month. He pretty much sleeps through the night with the occasional wake up around 4 or 5 once or twice a week. I think tooth #3 and #4 may have had something to do with the wake-ups, but overall, he is a good teether. I think #5 is going to pop up soon.
Jonah is a precious light in our lives. Even though he prefers his Mama, he loves his Dada and his brothers too. He babbles and talks as much as he tries to get their attention. He adores his family.
This boy has my heart. I forget how big he really is....trying to teach him to sign and clap lately, but he is content, and so am I. So am I, Littlest Man. So am I.
