I know this is usually the opposite of the sentiments that I have when reflecting on the previous month, but all I can really say is damn--I'm glad that month is over. And it really isn't anything specifically that Connor did (or didn't do) that makes me glad the month is over; month three to four in his life just fell during a rough time for the whole family. It was the peak of the holiday season, which--while wonderful--was super crazy busy. And then I'm not kidding when I say I was sick for at least half, if not three-quarters, of the past month. Nothing major--a random 24 hour stomach bug on Christmas Eve (awesome timing, right?) and then a bad cold that has taken forever to shake (which is unlike me, but I'm convinced that nursing and interrupted nighttime sleep is dragging the cold out for longer than it would have lasted otherwise)--but enough to be majorly annoying. Anyway. Enough complaining. It may have been a rough and crazy month, but Connor was still pretty darn awesome through it all. Especially given all the traveling we put him through over the holidays.
Height/Weight: Per his four-month checkup, Connor was 15lbs, 4oz. Definitely a substantial drop on the percentile scale (he had been in the seventies and dropped to the forties), but he's right on par for where his brothers were, so we really aren't concerned (and neither is our pediatrician, which I suppose is the more important opinion). He was up to twenty-five and a half inches, which is just slightly taller than his brothers were at this age.
Wearing: Despite being almost identical in height and weight to his brothers at four months, I am convinced that he seems bigger. And while the scale may not agree that he is bigger, at the very least he carries his weight differently, as evidenced by the clothes and diapers he is wearing. I think the day of his four-month checkup was his last full day in size two diapers, which William wore into five months and Garrett transitioned out of a few weeks after turning four months old. And while I still have exclusively six month clothing in his closet, I find myself rotating through the same eight outfits because the majority of stuff in that size is too small (and I haven't had time to get out the nine month clothing). William was still wearing a few three month outfits at four months, and Garrett didn't start outgrowing his six month clothing until five months.
Eating: Maybe I'm a little naïve since his weight did drop nearly thirty percentile points, but it seems like his nursing is still going perfectly smoothly. Like his brothers, he gets down to business and is done pretty quickly (usually around five minutes per session during the day and a little longer at night), although like Garrett he is also starting to get more easily distracted while he nurses. Although all of our traveling--and subsequently different nursing locations--during the past month probably contributed to that.
Sleeping: Like I've mentioned a few times, we were away from home quite a bit in the past month. In fact, from December 18th to January 3rd, the longest stretch of us sleeping (overnight) at the same location was four nights--and that four night stretch wasn't even at our own house. And honestly, even with the traveling and multitude of pack-n-plays that he slept in, I think I struggled more with nighttime sleep than he did (#ihatebeingsick). Other than the fact that I am seriously ready for him to start stringing his constant daytime (cat-)napping into two or three longer naps, I don't remember any major complaints regarding his sleeping habits--and I'm not even going to attempt to piece together a "normal" sleeping routine for him at this age since there was nothing normal about the past month.
New Stuff: The obvious? His first Christmas. Meeting the majority of both mine and Darrell's extended families. First plane trip (#rockstar on that, by the way). First visit to the lake cabin with my family to celebrate Christmas. The less obvious? Mastering rolling from tummy to back, although after two days of doing it pretty consistently, he realized that he was still "stuck" after rolling, and has since occupied himself by spinning while doing tummy time. I'm not kidding when I say he has spun himself in a full circle on more than one occasion (it's a wonder his weight isn't higher, right? #not #heneverstopsmoving). He also requires an outfit change at least once a day thanks to his drool (and the fact that EVERYTHING he can get his hands on goes into his mouth)--we've had lots of people ask us if he is teething already, but we suspect this is just a fun hereditary trait (William was really bad around this age as well, and apparently Darrell drooled constantly from the day he was born).
