I didn’t love having a newborn. I mean, I loved my newborn, but I didn’t love the newborn stage. Sure, there was something nice about a tiny, helpless baby that slept on your chest, but there was nothing fun about a tiny, helpless baby that slept on your chest. So, unlike a lot of people, who seem to really miss the newborn days, I look forward to Alexander growing up. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and have him be 13, but as he’s gotten older, he’s gotten a lot more fun.
Alexander is 10 months old. (And apparently not asleep as I’m typing this.)
He’s still a tiny little guy. He’s in the 15 lb range. I’m hoping closer to 16 lbs, but at 10 months, he still has 3-6 month clothes that fit. People sometimes tell me that it’s cute that he’s so small, but it’s actually incredibly stressful. He’s never been a great eater. He’s better with food than formula (I don’t blame him; have you ever tasted formula?) but even with food, he’s never like voraciously taking it in.
Alexander drinks about 25 oz of formula a day and eats about 10-12 oz of pureed food. I’m working on transitioning him to table/finger foods, but it’s hard. He does like Cheerios though. And he’s getting somewhat decent at picking them up and putting them in his mouth.
Alexander can sit up like a champ. He’s been army crawling since September, but only in the last week or so did he realize that it was way more efficient to crawl and his hands and knees. He also started pulling up. Mostly in his crib. Yes, I’m aware that I need to lower the mattress.
He babbles a lot and there’s a lot of “mamama” and “dadada” but it’s not directed to us. He’ll clap and I’ve been trying to teach him to give high fives. He also really needs a haircut.
Okay, he woke up like 3 times while I was typing this. What was I saying about not missing the tiny newborn who sleeps on your chest?