Keegan weighs 19 pounds and 14.5 oz, he is 26 1/4 inches long, he is growing out of his six month sized clothing, he doesn't bobble his head, he can roll over from belly to back, he can roll from back to side, he can screech like a pterodactyl, he can squeal with joy, he can reach for and pick up a toy, he can hold on for dear life, he can make my heart melt with a smile and some dimples, he is precious and perfect and loved.
Time is going too fast- I am back to work full time now - I have five months until we get to be together more days in a week than not again. Keegan can push up on his arms, he can hold his head in line with his body- he is four months old and changing every single day. I get so emotional when I realize how fast it all does go- I will be honest I don't love every single minute (how can you really love every minute when some of them involve being screamed at, pooped on, puked on or hit- really) but I do cherish every single day I am given with this boy who is lights up every room with his easy going personality and his joy.
Keegan isn't sleeping much these days- those glorious nights of 5 to 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep have passed- and he really hates his crib big so he and I are still sharing a bed- but I am so much less stressed about it than I was with his older brother. I now realize what I couldn't possibly have known with my first child- it will all happen eventually. Someday he will sleep on his own, someday he will eat solids, someday he will soothe himself- but that someday is not today and probably isn't this month or maybe even next month and I am honestly okay with that. I almost think on some level I will be sad when he sleeps on his own, when he isn't snuggled with his little body up against mine all night long (I will NOT however be sad to sleep more than 1 to 2 hours at a time though or to sleep in my amazing comfy bed upstairs again) because I know that once that passes it doesn't come back.
