4 Months

This little acrobat is 4 months old. I think I'll keep him! He slept from 8 to 7:30 a.m. the other night, and for that I love him more. But he was back up at 5 this morning, then slept till 8:15. I guess that's okay for now!

John Burke hanging out with Dink, my grandad

At his appointment the other day, he was 26 inches long (90th percentile), 12 lbs., 13 oz. (30th percentile) and his head was 16 (I think) - 50th percentile. So different than Turner at this point!! Weight in the 30th? Ha, Turner scoffs at that. He could eat him.

John Burke is rolling around all over the place. He loves his play mat (that I had forgotten about this baby until I saw Chloe on it at her house). Today I heard him crying in the other room, and when I went in there, he had rolled about 3 feet off of the mat. He scared himself, but when he saw me he smiled a big smile like he was proud of himself. He is laughing more and more and I think it is so funny. I go back and forth from loving that he is still small and cuddly to getting excited when he does things like laugh and "talk." When I check on him at Mother's Day Out, his sweet teacher Delois always says he is telling her stories. No, he is using her because he wants to snuggle on her big chest. He's no fool!

Yesterday we stayed at home all day. I remembered why we are always on the go! I thought I was going to die! Turner woke up early, and he really is like a tornado through the house!! Any picking up I thought I would do was not only cancelled, but multiplied!! He spilled water on the ground 3 times, locked John Burke's room and walked out, got in the bath with his clothes on - all before 11! Luckily I didn't panic with the door locking. John Burke wasn't in there, but Turner's precious "guck" aka duck lovey was in there, so that could have been a crisis. I tried to pick the lock with a wooden skewer (because that is how Heath's mom got it the LAST TIME he did it! And he did it at the beach when we went in July!!!). But, I broke the skewer in the door. Great. So, then I found a hanger and tried to get it. I practiced on the bathroom door, and forgot I left it open. That is when I found Turner like this.

He got a spanking on his diaper that left a red mark. I found it when I took his diaper off to spank him again on the bare bottom!! Stinker!!

Well, it was better than the toilet - where he likes to hang out as well! Finally, both babies were screaming, and my lunch had been sitting on the counter for an hour. I just prayed - please Lord! I promise you it opened right then. It may seem trivial, but God always reminds me in the small things I can't control and beg for help, I should not doubt him in the big!! That door came open, we rescued duck, and put the weasel down for a leisurely afternoon nap. Praise God for nap time (which is how I am writing this now).

I wanted to write down a few things Turner is doing now before I forget. His biggest thing lately to say is "Daddy." Da-Dee! I think spending time at the beach with Heath for almost a week renewed his obsession with Heath. All day long 'Da-dee.' 'Where Daddy?' 'Daddy shoes.' 'Daddy car.' I caught myself arguing with him the other day. I said, "That is not Daddy's car. His is not white" (he did have the model right, though - kinda impressed me). "And by the way, Daddy is at work - it couldn't be him!" Then I realized, why am I arguing with him??? "Car, car." Sometimes it is "dar" ?? Oh, well.

Eating his biscuit on the way to school

Also, he says "paci" but he says it with inflection like he is french. Pa-ceee. And he likes to randomly say "Pop Pop." (My dad). I gave him a Dove caramel-chocolate piece of candy the other night (he loves them - imagine that) and he said "Thank you, Pop Pop." Hmm. He equates my dad with candy. That is about right - that could be how he knows right where the chocolate drawer is in their pantry!

Gigi with John Burke - and notice someone else in the background in the chocolate part of the pantry

He also says book, cheese, diaper, love you, shoes (and brings them to me when he is ready to leave), Mommy (more like Mom, Mommy, Momma, Mommy... like that baby on the show Family Guy),"cuck" for cup. He has found a cup he will drink out of. FINALLY!!! I really did think I would be driving by Chick-fil-A everyday before Mother's Day Out and getting him a small water. But alas, he found a cup he will drink out of! And, the doctor assured me that he is getting enough dairy from his love of cheese and yogurt that he is okay not drinking milk. Because it ain't happening!

He loves to go in the pantry, pull out some food and bring it to me. Sometimes he gets it, sometimes he doesn't!

He refuses to say baby, but I swear the other night he let "Bom-urk" slip - I am claiming it was "John Burke" but he won't do it again. Of course. He's been saying please and thank you (pees and dantu), and hey and bye (but he screams "BYE!"). No volume control.

I can't remember what else he is saying right now, but I really am liking seeing him turn more and more into a little human. And he really does crack me up - I forget what all he watches me do all the time and mimics. Like driving (the steering wheel on the Publix shopping cart is hilarious to watch), putting on makeup (he likes to steal the brushes and I find them all over the house - like in the dishwasher?!), using the remote (please, he's known how to work this since almost infant days!), typing on the computer, etc. I forget how when you are little it is so fun to do adult things, that we as adults don't even think about.

Okay, sorry to bore you - just had to get these down before I forgot. How quickly I do!!