Awkwardly Social

Well, this month sped by.

Moe met his brother and sister-in-law and he adores them.  It was so nice to have them here, they were really good with him.  I sense a baby in their very near future.

We started solids a few days before Christmas, and Moe is still on the fence.  He’s had carrots, sweet potatoes and squash and while I think he likes the spoon, he’s so not into the flavor profiles. And we started having to supplement formula. He’s had a couple of bottles of formula before, but only in my dark days of breastfeeding where I would proclaim, “I’m not doing it anymore!” and then start doing it again. He is not crazy about formula, and didn’t gain as much weight as he has in the past so he went from high sixtieth percentile/low seventieth, to 55th. The doctor wasn’t alarmed, but she wanted to make sure he’s eating enough. The next appointment is at the end of the month and I’m not convinced he’s gaining any faster.

He’s getting really good at grabbing things and pulling them towards him.  Christmas morning he grabbed one of the stockings and pulled everything off the mantle.  Everything.  The stocking holders, the lights, the ornaments, it was spectacular.

He’s also really close to being able to sit up unassisted.  He still plonks over every time he’s sitting, but it’s not quite as unplanned as it used to be.

He had his first visit to the Pacific Ocean, which he was duly impressed by.

He laughs at a lot.  Sometimes it’s a person, sometimes it’s Lula, sometimes it’s because we’re tickling him, sometimes it’s when we laugh ridiculously.  His laugh is irresistible. (The imbeded video code keeps crashing my browser, so you can go here to listen to him and Seth.)

Sleep is still an issue.  We’re going to try Ferber, starting tomorrow.  It’s time we get him back into his crib.  He’s sleeping like crap in our bed and his generally sunny disposition has suffered.

Speaking of that sunny disposition, it has been a hard month for Moe, he’s not mobile so he gets really frustrated really quickly.  He has the beginnings of separation anxiety. He’s maybe teething? There is a lot of hand jamming going on and he like to gnaw on my fingers.

We love the stuffing out of him though and as the saying goes, love is all you need.