Our little Pop Tart

Our little Andrew is 4 months old today! These four months has felt like forever. I don’t remember my life without him and having him in my life seems like the most natural thing in the world. He's still not sleeping through the night. He usually wakes up every 3 - 4 hours to feed. On rare occasions, I get a 6 hour stretch and those are awesome!

The poor little guy has been suffering a cold for the last three weeks with a lot of coughing and congestion. But despite the discomfort of not being able to breathe properly, he has been a real trooper and has such a great attitude! He loves to laugh and smile and is really starting to show his personality. Mommy has brought him to my office a few times and gets so much attention from my colleagues.

At his doctor visit today, he weighed 12 pounds and measured 24″ tall. The doctor is a little concerned about his weight and told us to increase the powder in the formula. She also said he could start eating solid food but thinks we should wait a few weeks until his viral infection is gone.

He spits up quite a bit after feedings. I'm not sure if it because he is eating too much or I'm not burping him enough during feedings, but hopefully he will outgrow it soon! The doctor thinks it might be because of the mucus.

We have another doctor’s appointment in a week to check on his cold and his weight. They didn’t give him the scheduled vaccines today so we’ll need to wait until he feels better.

Andrew has started grabbing anything he can get his hands on

His birthmother gave us several Packers clothes

We are at a less busy time of the year at work which is good because ever since Andrew was born I have been having trouble focusing at work. I go into the office and surf the internet looking at parenting sites, wander the halls looking for colleagues to chat with about my son and today I even went down to my car and took a nap to dream of him. Although the nap was more a product of sleeplessness due to waking up for nightly feedings and crying (I'll let you guess who is the one crying).

I wish I could be more productive but all I can think about is my little guy. I suppose it does not help that I have pictures of him all over my office and on my computer but I am not taking them down. I have been wondering if this lack of industry on my part is normal; I assume that it is. But I also wonder if it will eventually fade and the “new normal” will sink in and I will go back to my normal daily routine.

Speaking of the little guy, he was 3 months old on Valentine’s Day.  It seems like such a short period of time and yet it seems like a lifetime ago. It is remarkable to see how he is growing. The credit goes to his mother. I’ve managed to kill plants sturdier than he is. He is just the cutest person I have ever laid my eyes on. It has been entertaining and hypnotizing sitting there watching him as he looks around the room in wonder and amazement and makes new sounds. He has learned now to smile and generally about once a day we can get him to laugh out loud as well; it is more of a giggle than a laugh, but it still melts my heart.

Even when he cries it feels good to know that I am the one who needs to soothe him and make him feel better. Sometimes, it is a challenge trying to calm Andrew down, but there is great joy in knowing that I have the responsibility for him; he is crying for me.

On Sunday, my mother is having a party for him. In lieu of having a baby shower, we decided to have an open house with my mother hosting. We invited about 14 adults and 11 kids to come meet Andrew. Our closest friends have met him of course, but there are still many people who have not. It is supposed to snow on Sunday so I am not sure what the turnout will be like.