BLAKE DION KONJIC

Frolicking Through my Fourth Month

This is the month of wiggles and giggle. Mom wishes that I'd stay this age forever because I'm just her little bundle of pride and joy. She doesn't really care for the fact that I spit on everything and she has to change my outfits quite a few times throughout the day. If you ask me, I don't mind much at all. Everyone keeps telling me that I'm teething but I have yet to feel any pearly whites.

I am extremely ticklish. Just about any place you touch me will make me laugh. When someone whispers in my ear I go crazy. It's funny and relaxes me as well. I have found my fingers and toes. Watching my fingers move around in my face entertains me for several minutes at a time. When I'm really excited I kick my feet a lot and see my toes. At times I grab them and hold on to them for a while.

I developed a new means of talking. Screaming. I will hold it in until my face gets flushed with red and then I let all the noise out. Whether happy or sad, I'll scream for you. Mom does not appreciate it very much. She told me that it gets hard for her to concentrate when she is trying to work on something and I won't be quiet. What can I say? I'm just a baby.

I have a walker that I am put in. I really like when I can sit up and look around with no one holding me. I also get so tired of lying down 24/7. This way I can see all that's happening in the room.

I have had a big change in my life. Mom, Dad and I switched bedrooms. We moved to the room downstairs. It seemed to be the best solution for the household. Mom and Dad bought new furniture for the bedroom and I now have a large room to play in. I think I will like it down here.

April 20: My second day of being four months old I performed a new trick. Mom was lying next to me in the bed while she was waiting to give me a bath. She was reading Finding Nemo to me and I was listening but getting a little antsy. I arched my back and rolled right over from my back to my stomach. Of course mom didn't believe what she had just seen so she stood up and places me on my back again. I arched my back, buried my face and rolled all the way over. She called Grandma in to see and took out the camcorder. Since there was a crowd and the camera was rolling, I was a little hesitant at first. After a few minutes of struggling, I did my rolling thing once more. Unfortunately, for mom, that means no more leaving me on the bed or couch alone. I must have eyes on me at all times.

May 17: Well, almost a month ago I rolled over for the first time. I decided not to do it anymore. I was supposed to be sleeping in my crib. Mom had just put me down. Not long after she sat down I started crying. She came over and found me lying on my stomach with my arm stuck underneath me. Of course I wasn't in the mood to go back to sleep.

May 18: Today I had my first taste of real, healthy baby food. I ate some good sweet potatoes. Mom put me in the walker and propped me up with a blanket. She was smart and put a bib around my neck because she knew I'd make a mess. The first bite was uh...different. Once the second bite was down I started crying. I didn't cry because I hated it, but because Mom wouldn't feed me fast enough. She wasn't up to speed so that each time she took the spoon out, another spoonful should have been there. Maybe next time she'll do it right. I ate half of the jar and she took it away and gave me a bottle. I could have ate more, but she was trying to prevent me from getting sick .