Growing Pains

Our little guy is getting bigger and bigger every day and I'M the one suffering from growing pains (physically and emotionally). I haven't cried yet, but I know those tears are on their way!

Reagan had his 4 month check-up Friday afternoon. He weighed in at 18 lbs., 1.3 oz. (82nd percentile) and was 26 inches long (72nd percentile). Dr. McCormick and Dr. Bhavsar were both so complimentary of his attractive looks (haha), friendly personality, alertness, and his fabulous growth completely on breast milk. They gave him his 3rd book (he gets one for every well check-up appointment, which I think is awesome) and we discussed his little patches of eczema on his face, as well as when to start feeding him solids. For the eczema, I'm supposed to hydrate it daily with Vaseline (which I've been doing) and he should grow out of it sometime. It's apparently a very common thing. The food part makes me sad. I've been enjoying the freeness, convenience, cleanliness, and did I mention FREEness??? of only breastfeeding him... especially since he's had more than adequate growth and has had no sickness since birth (gotta love those antibodies), but apparently he needs more iron than I can provide him with now. We've been told to start him on rice cereal 1-2 times a day, and then fruits and veggies (pureed) after he gets that down. First time with rice cereal was tonight, and he LOVED it! I had to pry gently remove the spoon out of his little hands a few times because he wanted to be in control.

Teething on his vibrating strawberry while waiting for the doc.

Post-shots.  Drowsy and ready to go home.  Only cried for 5 minutes!

A few little things he's doing now...
Rolling (front to back was FINALLY accomplished about 2 weeks ago)! He rolls EVERYWHERE. It's his fun mode of transportation... and he can go from one side of the room to the other by simply rolling. He's our little Roly Poly. :)

Jumping (SUPER high) in his Jumperoo. I'm fairly certain the kid would blast off into outer space if the thing wasn't tethered down.

Giggling at his sweet big sister Rubix, his daddy, and sometimes his momma. I've told Richard that Reagan has already figured out our roles as parents. I'm the nurturer and Richard and Rubix are here for entertainment!

Grunting to indicate his dislike for something (or simply to show he knows how to make the noise).

We love our little man and can't wait to see all the fun things he has in store for us! (We'll shed some tears along the way, I'm sure, but it's well worth it to see him grow up!)

First "solid" food.