Hey there Mister Baxter, we could tell you were a feisty one from the very moment that you came into the world. You were speedy, you were demanding, and there was no mistaking what you wanted: OUT!
Now you’re about four and a half months old, and you’re every bit as feisty as day one. We’re just seeing the other side of a VERY long and VERY painful sleep regression. Up multiple times a night. Sometimes every two hours. It’s not just that you’re awake or want to play or eat. Nope, it’s screeeaaaaming. From 0 to 60 in about 1.3 seconds. Once we get you calmed down and nearly back to sleep, we’d try to gently…oh, so gently…place you back in the crib and sneak away. But the moment your head touched the mattress, you were back to full-volume, red-faced yelling. You had Dad and me walking on egg shells for a full four weeks.
Luckily for all three of us, we’re starting to climb out of this sleep-deprived haze. You are learning to play quietly! You’re sleeping longer stretches, and don’t need to be swaddled! I’m not complaining about how bad it was; but rather documenting from what an early age you showed us your feisty nature. I can already see that you’re going to be a determined and active young man, bull-headed perhaps, and always on the move. You wanted to be rocked, held, and cuddled and wouldn’t accept anything else. As I write this now, you’re determinedly shoving both fists in your mouth, and eyeing the teething ring that sits on your belly. I know that you’ll stop at nothing today to get that ring into your mouth. You’re just figuring out how to use your hands, and dare I say you’ll be getting your knees up to crawl soon too.
It’s been amazing to look back on my memories of your sister, and see glimpses of her personality in seemingly small things like how she stared at books for hours, or was happy to just watch the world playing itself out around her. She’s now a two year old that loves to read, but hates to take risks. I’m guessing that you, Buddy Boy, will be in a rush to do everything; loud and proud, clamoring about, and will always let us know exactly what you want. We love you, little man. Even if you did rob of us a whole month of sanity!