I should have come to expect that time would pass quickly, as it had with the twins, but here we are again. Another month, another few pounds, new likes/dislikes and emerging personality traits. Parker continues to be a really happy little guy who goes with the flow and is pretty much content anywhere. He still doesn’t love being in a car, but has learned to soothe himself quickly. He’s become quite the prolific thumb sucker and hasn’t really cared for any of the assorted types of pacifiers we have at home, including the cute Wubanub pacifiers with a stuffed elephant attached to it. I guess one less thing to remember to put in the diaper bag is ok with me! Parker is a super smiley (with dimples!) guy upon waking and has been cooing, laughing and squealing a bunch. He rolls from his back to his front, but can’t figure out how to go the other way. Despite my attempts to correct him, he prefers to sleep on his tummy while sucking his thumb. When he gets tired of this position, he’s sure to let us know. For the most part he sleeps really well and only wakes to eat once although we have gone some nights without any waking for 12 hours. These past few nights have been a challenge because he’s currently fighting his first little cold and a stuffy nose has been interfering with his ability to breath while sucking his thumb. Fumbling around in the middle of the night with the saline spray and the nose sucker while he’s screaming is only slightly less painful than trying to function after a night of such broken sleep. We haven’t really had to experience this with Parker since he’s been a pretty good sleeper since we brought him home from the hospital. Hopefully he’s back to his old self soon… *yawn*
Parker is in the 90th percentile for weight and height, so there’s no denying he’s a big boy. The only question is when will he be the same size as his older brothers? He has a huge appetite and luckily my supply has stayed ahead of his intake. The pediatrician gave us the go ahead to start solids when we’re ready, but I’m kind of dragging my feet since solids leads to finger foods then to utensils and real meals and I’m maybe subconsciously trying to keep him little.