A 4-Month Update

Owen is 4 months old on Saturday. I can't believe how time flies. He's been such a great little guy for the past few months and Bryan and I are having a blast watching him grow and learn. I feel so sheepish when I think back on those first 6 weeks with Owen and how I used to call my mom and my sister-in-law (a pediatrician), concerned about how angry and inconsolable our child was...they must have been laughing at me on the other end of the phone ("Doesn't Bridget know that's what babies do?!") It's nice to be in a phase now where Owen can interact with and enjoy his world!

An historic day yesterday - Owen found his feet! We've been helping him along for the past week by curling his legs up towards his head in a playful way, and yesterday he decided all on his own to pull his legs up and start grabbing his toes with his hands. It's such a simple task, but Bryan and I were immensely proud. I may have teared up. I don't know what I'm going to do when he actually starts walking! *sniff* Owen also tried to get his toes into his mouth - everything goes into his mouth these days - but ended up bonking his nose with his fist after he lost his grip on his toes!

Has anyone seen the toy I was playing with?

Owen's also started to babble quite a bit. I think he likes to hear himself speak, just like his dad. ;) Anyway, his "talking" is a bit random still, he's not actually responding to anything we say, but I'm sure that's only a matter of time. My favorite time of day is oftentimes when Owen is waking up. He'll wake up, squirm around a bit in his crib and "talk" to himself. We can hear him and see him on the monitor and it really is adorable.

Owen is finally healthy for the first time in a long time. For a while there, I thought I'd never see him again without a runny nose. But his congestion is gone, as well as his stomach bug. We go to the dr. on Monday for his 4-mo. shots, and hopefully it will go as smoothly as the first set and there'll be no fever.

Finally, Owen can hold his own bottle. Probably because he has some underlying fear that we'll take it away from him! He's a strong little guy - 7 ounces ain't light - but he's got such an appetite that it shouldn't surprise me how strong he is. Honestly, though, I've yet to see him hold his bottle. His teacher, Ms. Ana, and Bryan both tell me he can do it. Maybe I just need to stop babying my baby and let him hold his own bottle, too.