Seeing as how it’s June fourth and Hugo is officially four months three days old, it’s time for his there month update. (And, um, PS, If there’s one area in which I excel, it’s being on top of things. Yes.)
Hugo started the month at 7 KG, and rounded out at 7.8 KG is just a bit more than 17 pounds for you imperial folk. According to the internet, he’s in the 83th percentile for weight, which is actually a little smaller than Stella was at that age. I may not be able to get to monthly updates in a timely fashion, but I do make beefy babies. That’s one thing I’m good at.
::Learning:: Sitting up.
He’s not quite there yet, but we’re definitely on the way. And I’m totally looking forward to it. The pre-mobile post-sitting up stage is really the sweet spot of babyhood, hey? I mean they’re so happy to be an independent sitting human able to play with toys and other nonsense but not able to get out and roam free and eat all the soil out of your houseplants, right?
Anyway, he can sit up if you hold one hand, or if propped up in the beanbag chair. So, happy days ahead!
::Mastering:: Hands. Laughter.
At two months he figured out that hands are things that exist at the end of his arms. And now, at three months, he’s learning that he can actually use these hands to manipulate objects. Also of note is his concentration face: focused eyes, tongue stuck out, serious business concentration. I die.
He’s typically making this face when he’s going after the wooden toy for his bouncy chair, Sophie la Girafe, and any plate, bowl, spoon, fork, etc within reach. Which is to say, goodbye peaceful, mess-free meals.
And guess what? We’re getting some legit laughs, which is incredibly gratifying when you’re on the receiving end of baby hilarity. All you really need to do is “disappear” (object permanence is such a silly concept!!), or sing Huuuuuugo and Steeeeella to the tune of the Charlie and Lola theme song.
Hugo is also super into whatever it is that the big kids (Stella and the neighbour boys, typically) are up to. He basically tries to leap out of my arms and get down to whatever they’re doing.
::Eating:: Milk. With a side of formula, and I totally cried about that.
We’re still going strong in the baby-fattening human milk factory department. But midway through the month, I got a random tropical illness (I’m going with amoebic dysentery, in case you’d like to know) annnnnnnd then my milk dried up for a few days. When we exhausted the freezer stash, we had to offer supplementary bottles of formula. I obviously had a crisis of consciousness about this, Hugo was all, thanks Mum, this is delicious, and what’s your problem anyway.
He’s sleeping six-to-six (or seven) but with several wake-ups for nursing and general practicing of skills that could very well be practiced during daylight hours, thankyouverymuch.
::Changing:: Eyes and Hair
I’m predicting green? Sandy blond? Let’s see?
::Loving:: Wuggy Bunny. Blankets. Fabrics of all kinds.
This guy is one tactile kid. His hobbies include scratching his fingers along the bedsheets at 3 am, clutching his blanket over his face, and petting the ears of his Wuggy Bunny.
He also loves the odd rough and tumble game of throw the baby on the bed (gently, from a height of like 30 cm). This is sure to elicit some megasmiles.
Waking up. My GAWD that is is difficult to go from a state of unconsciousness to consciousness and requires a solid thirty minutes of sleep crying, thrashing about, and general unhappiness in the mornings.
Also not a fan of the three month jabs. The vaccine hangover lasted days. DAYS.
I’m really enjoying the predictability of Hugo’s daytime routine, and the knowledge that no matter how painful the hour between five and six pm is, he’ll be lights out by 6:15.
Three months is that magical moment when baby becomes less of a thing requiring a lot of attention and work and more of a human. That’s kind of great, hey? I mean, I get to see this little guy who loves grabbing onto his blanket, makes funny concentration faces, adores his sister, wants to be a big kid, loves a little roughhousing, and gets super frustrated when he can’t make his hands do what he expects.
I tell you what, this boy is a real gem. Totally.