and now he’s 3 months old!

he is still my big huge chubby boy, he’s getting so heavy to carry around but at least it’s probably good exercise (and the only exercise i’m getting). what if my arms get super toned! that’d be cool.

he has been teething for weeks now, but seems like right now we’re doing ok with it — he sucks the shit out of his fists and my arm and i put an amber anklet on him everyday which honestly does seem to help maybe? who knows. tylenol works better. he’s usually bad at day time naps, but he sleeps at night like a champ. like 7-9 hour stretches. it’s amazing.

we’ve had some rough days this month, but i’m getting to know him better and how to deal with the meltdowns — a lot of them stem from excursions and the transition of being in the car and then coming home. he’s not one of those babies that sleeps in the car, he usually prefers to scream the whole. entire. way.

…but we’ve discovered his undying love for raffi, who can make even a horrible car ride more pleasant! it’s so funny to see him crying and try so hard to stay upset but the happiness comes tearing through. i listened to a ton of howard stern while i was pregnant so i thought howards voice would soothe him, but not as much as raffi — so i guess we’re just gonna be one of those cars where raffi is always playing.

he also now loves sitting on my lap facing out which is so cute that he’s gotten more curious and also it’s chill for me because i can sit and watch tv — which he seems to also like! he is getting much better at supporting his huge head, and i’m so excited for when he can sit up.

i’m almost an old pro at wearing him, which i find myself doing almost daily at witching hour, and it’s made life a lot easier. i go outside to get him to fall asleep and get fresh air for myself, and i’ve been able to start cooking dinners which is always so good for me to do. i feel so proud of myself when gid comes home and i’ve accomplished keeping arlo alive and cooking a meal!

but most of all, he is the happiest baby i’ve ever seen! he is so loving and sweet and joyful and fun and i am just madly in love!

arlo is 2 months old! i have been a mom for 2 months whoaaaa. it’s unbelievable how much he’s changed in one month! i don’t even think of him as a newborn so much anymore because he’s so large and sturdy. my little butterball.

he is such a happy baby, laughing and smiling so much — he has so much personality and joy and his huge gummy smile and squeal is so infectious! this photo sums it up pretty well. (this was one of 10 photos i couldn’t decide between because he’s becoming such a good little model) i have the best time just watching him find so much entertainment in a window shade or an outlet in the wall, and i’m obsessed already with the way he smiles at me.

he’s now fitting in all of the 3-6 month clothes we have for him, which is very fun because i’m really obsessed with playing dress up. he’s almost 14 pounds and is the size of babies many months older than him. my shoulders are killing me.

he also eats so much (and lately way too often). and you can tell, he’s developed the squishiest rolls everywhere. and missing a neck because his double chin so big. but yeah, some days i have to feed him ALL day, so i’m looking forward to that slowing down. when’s that happen anyway?

he is really good and cute at bath time, and we also took him into the pool for the first time a couple of weeks ago — he wasn’t so into the being cold after part but the water part he seemed to like. although the second i got in the pool with him and held him, he started licking the outside of my bathing suit and i had to feed him on the spot (so gid says now he’ll always love the water).

he just started being able to hold onto his rattle and he can already roll himself over a little. he’s starting to enjoy toys and i’m hoping that means i don’t have to entertain him myself so much. he’s slightly more into tummy time now, and even though it would appear he does not actually have a neck, it seems like it’s getting stronger.

we’ve had some rough days and when he gets overtired i’d like for him to move out and get his own apartment, but luckily we have way more of the good days than the hard ones. so he can continue to live here with us. i’m still not really able to wear him, i have all of the different kinds of carriers and i must have a very low IQ but so far we’re not there yet. maybe he’s just too big or most likely we just need to actually practice and we’ll get the hang of it. but i’m sure when i figure that out, the fussy days will go a little better (although then i will ruin my back with his huge body on me all day).  nights have been really good though, he’s slept up to 7.5 hours so far!

and maybe the most important thing of all — we’ve now gone a whole month without him peeing on his mama. so proud. oh and the other night he farted so loudly in his sleep it woke me up.