six months ((bubba update))

Last night he was up three times. THREE. I was frustrated, annoyed, concerned, and then ultimately full of love. I sat in the living room rocking my little nugget thinking to myself ---WHY is he getting up so frequently when he had been sleeping through the night so wonderfully? I shouldn't rock him each time he wakes---he's playing me. I'm so easily manipulated by a baby--suckerrrrrrrrr. Tomorrow--he's crying. I'll deal with it. This is the last night of this buddy ole' pal. And then---his hand reached up and cupped my cheek. I looked down and he smiled and did the adorably painful baby combo sigh and laugh. BUTTER.  He melted me into a big pile of mommy goo.

He's been doing that for six months.

He's rolling. He looses his mind when he accidentally rolls onto the hardwood. He has yet to figure out that he could simply roll back onto the rug with ease---he insists that I  do it for him. I'm the momma and I don't mind.

He's large. We've been hanging out in the 90th plus percentile for weight and head size consistently since birth. He eats 5-6 six ounce bottles per day on top of the rice cereal and green peas. Sometimes I wonder if I should really be feeding him this much---and my grandmother, God bless her, is already ranting about childhood obesity with him. She's nuts and watches too much Dr. Oz.  The nicknames bubba and tank have held up nicely.

He's sleeping in his crib. We've finally moved Noah into his shared room with big sister. Ooooh how I drug my feet on this!!  I've so enjoyed having him near me for so long. I loved waking up and hearing his sweet breathing each night---now I'll do it through the monitor. Lilly is over the moon excited to have baby brother in there with her.  We'll see how she holds up tonight when he wakes up for midnight snack in a few hours.

He's stealing my heart. My bubba bear is a snuggler and a flirt. He smiles a huge gummy grin then turns his head and buries it in my shoulder. He grabs my face and bites my cheek when he gives kisses. He purses his lips and kicks like crazy when he sees me walk into a room.  He has filled my already FULL heart with so much love and joy. 

I just love this boy so.

so big. ((three months))

 Not only do I have a three year old with singed hair I also have a three month old. That's right gals, little Noah has continued to grow, get bigger, louder, and stronger despite his momma demanding him stay a squishy little newborn. unfair.

 

He's my bubba---and it's true, I couldn't imagine my life without him. I don't know if it's because he's the baby and *maybe* my last baby---but I seem to be clinging to everything baby. He's still in our room and I have zero intentions of moving him anytime soon.

We moved lilly into her room at 3 weeks because she was so. very. loud. We couldn't sleep because of her. diva. and here we are with noah--at three months still cozied up next to our bed. I'm just so attached to him.I don't really want to move him out. I absolutely love waking up in the middle of the night hearing him breath next to me. I enjoy being able to roll over and peek at him. I'm obsessed with the comfort of him so near. I was never this way with lilly--or at least I don't remember it.

He's outgrown two sets of clothes. How have I already packed up all the newborn AND 0-3 clothes?  I forgot how exciting and sad it is to place the cute, soft, and loved clothes that your little one has been discovering the world in into a bin to be stored. Sad because he'll never be that small again---but excited because each new stage brings fun and exciting adventures.

Little Noah is sweet. Oh--is that boy sweet. His flirty smile makes my cup overflow. I want nothing but the best for my little boy and all lilly wants him to do is to "do sompfing noah, play wif me!" The little newbie melty snuggles are gone---but a big life with big sister lilly is on the horizon. ah--can't wait.