fat face.

this fat face {yes, he will be scarred for life because i called him that. i don't care} is four months now.  and i just love it. he's getting to the fun age, aka the "i still want to be somewhat cuddled and squished and kissed by mom because i don't know how to talk and i can't tell her i hate it, unlike my obnoxious/suddenly teenaged brother who hates everything mom and dad do to cuddle with him" age. 

but seriously. how could i not want to squish those cheeks all day when they look like that? 

and that belly to be honest. because i've waited four months for him to get fatter. 

plus, he's just so happy all the time. unless he didn't get a nap. and then he's a psycho. 

he is 15 1/2 lbs now and 26 inches long. both in the 70th percentile still. we've {and by we, i mean me} have been re-sleep training him, since he went through a growth spurt and continuous rolling over that ruined his sleeping skills for several weeks. but we are back on track now, with him sleeping from 8:00-6:30 without being fed or rolling over. hallelujah. 

he can roll over from his stomach to his back. and scream his head off in the middle of the night because he hates it. it's really fun to wake up to. thank goodness we're somewhat past that. 

he's pretty close to sitting by himself. 

he loves to stand on anything. 

we've finally gotten to him waking up happy most of the time and not crying. that's a big moment for us. because mom is in a much better mood when she's not woken up by screaming. 

he loves to grab toys now, which is exciting and helpful for entertaining while mom is making dinner. 

his brother frequently asks "mom, what does baby greysen have to say about that?" whenever he is making noise. and it's just so cute when he says it. and when he asks greysen what he's talking about. 

man, i just love that fat face. and his brother too.