One hundred twenty-two days, nine hours, and fifty-eight minutes

Izzy has been with us for four months today. I still keep thinking of things to write about him here and I still never seem to have the time. I drafted this post from my phone while Izzy played next to me in a (recently) rare moment of quietness. He has really been finding his voice, and it’s a loud and shrill one. He probably gets that from me.

He’s also getting taller, or longer as we’re supposed to say, and I’m relieved that he seems to be taking after his father in that respect. Almost every day he seems to develop a new skill or habit. He definitely recognizes his name, knows when he’s being spoken to, gazes at things you point at, and smiles to see his favorite people. Well actually he smiles at almost everyone – the boy is social!

He’s outgrowing the newborn-to-3-month size clothes, and I’m starting to look at Fall clothes at the consignment shop. He’s also eating TONS at the moment, but these growth spurts seem to ebb and flow. He’s working on sitting up, crawling, and standing – let’s hope these don’t all come together at once! I’ve taken him to the kiddie pool in our neighborhood, about which he was quite nonchalant. And he still loves walking around outside more than any other activity besides nursing, I think.