Today is the day – the big 3-0! It seems so weird. It is definitely an adult age; I can’t claim that I am in my youth and the 20’s are a thing of the past. I rang in my new decade with a bad back (which completely went out on me a few weeks ago –OUCH!) and a raging case of Carpal Tunnel. I think that means that this body is no longer a spring chicken. My close friend Kelly and I complain about having to act like “adults” which we both feel like we will never truly be. Peter threw me a wonderful, and completely unexpected, surprise party with many of my closest friends and family.
The Coopster is just wonderful as always. 16 weeks have brought new developments which include more squealing and holding toys (although not yet realizing that he can just reach out and grab them). We can put them in his hands for him to hold, but he hasn’t yet comprehended that he is actually holding a foreign object. It is just something to suck on until he drops it, and then he is just as content with his hands. In fact, he loves those fingers so much sometimes that he actually gags himself with them. Does that stop him? Not a chance. He is also rolling from side to side, and can go from tummy to back. He isn’t interested in being on his tummy so we don’t anticipate rolling in the opposite direction anytime soon. He is still sleeping great, from 7:30 pm to 6:00 am, but still needs that pacifier put back in at 4:00 am like clockwork. He drinks 5 oz. of formula with oatmeal cereal added to make almost 7 oz., and this goes down in less than 5 minutes most times. Peter and I always describe our family as “Eaters” and Cooper fits the mold. We just moved up to size 2 diapers this week, and Cooper grows out of onesies like they are going out of style.
We do have a new concern, though. Peter and I are both concerned about Cooper’s hearing. Either we have just a really laid-back, relaxed baby or we have a hard of hearing baby. Cooper doesn’t startle at loud noises, and doesn’t turn towards people talking (especially us) the way we think a 4 month old should. Often times he doesn’t turn in our direction until we get his attention visually. So, Peter will take him to his Dr. appointment tomorrow and hopefully our fears will be relieved. Are we hypochondriacs? Nah, just completely obsessed with our son.
How is this for obsessed? I can’t stop smelling his dirty laundry. No, not the really soiled stuff or the sour milk stains. Just the clothes and towels that have been used on him that just smell like him. It’s like the infatuation a girl has for a new boyfriend. Didn’t you just love having a t-shirt of your new love and just taking in the smell of “him”? That stage of infatuation was just all consuming back then. And now I can’t get enough of Cooper’s onesies and bath towels that smell like “him”. I just want to breathe them in, in, in and never breathe out. I am in total love and infatuation with my sweet baby boy. And it is sweet to reflect back on those moments of infatuation that I had for Peter. Unfortunately, Peter’s T-shirts don’t seem to smell so sweet anymore!
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