The blessed hippo baby is 8 months today.
Seriously. What The Hell.
I was rummaging around on Instagram, looking at all the other babies, and I realized he's in months not weeks. As has been for a very long time. I know it's cliche, but it really does feel like yesterday that I was documenting week by week. For some reason, 11 weeks stands out to me. Not sure why. I think it was just a pivotal point in Asher's growth and development. And now, here we are...
He is a little over 21# and last time he was measured 27.5". But it's been a month since that measurment, so I'm sure he's grown. The fact that all his clothes are 12 months is testament to the fact he is a large child. I love his fat, super thick chubbo feet. It has yet to be seen whether he will follow in Daddy's flat footed ways, but already clearly has my "paddle feet". We had these adorable 12 month skull slip ons that Kathy had bought Micah that I saved. Yeah, Asher will never wear those shoes. For one thing, his feet are too long, but even at around 5 months, I could NOT get his feet IN them. #chubbybabyproblems I am still breastfeeding exclusively. It's nuts to me that I've been sustaining a chubby baby, who continues to gain weight, on ONE breast. ONE. And since about 2 months. I don't really remember when he decided he would no longer nurse off my right boob, but other than making my cleavage look fucking retarded, it hasn't slowed his growth at all. In fact, he is over 2# more than Micah was at 8 months. He has 2 teeth that came in abruptly (after he teethed for about FIVE months) right at the 7 month mark. I tried bananas last week. He ate a few bites, but the look he gave me says he wasn't a fan. This week, on a whim, I tried watermelon. Just letting him lick slabs. He loved it, so I stuck some in the hollow strawberry dad gave him so he could suck it out off the holes. He loves kicking and is a super roller. He can get himself anywhere rolling, and you can't leave lying on higher surfaces (not that you're supposed to) unsupervised. He is almost to the point of sitting up on his own, but not quite. You have to be there so he doesn't tip over. It is pretty comical though, when he bends all the way in half, like Cobbler's pose in yoga, and puts his head between his feet and licks the wood floor. He clapped for the first time today, and depending on his mood, he'll give high 5s. He hasn't shown an interest in crawling, although lately he's gone up on all fours a bit. I think he'd really like to just skip to walking. Walking is going to look so funny because he's our torso baby. Short little legs, long torso, and tiny ankles leading to fat feet. Lol. He'll figure it out. I have a longer torso and I walk just fine... He still wakes up to nurse at night, but since moving to Escondido, he's napping much more regularly (thank God) and on a good night, he'll wake up twice. On a bad night, I'll be up every hour. Bleh. Not for long, but it's still aggravating and makes it hard to keep my eyes open by noon the next day. He's a lover, and as long as you hold or snuggle him, he will be contentedly passed around. Gma does have the magic touch though. She can get his little butt to sleep in the blink of an eye. Without nursing him, so that's crazy.
Micah is still figuring out how to be a kind big brother, but I think it's just his hyperactive nature. He really loves Asher, and loves making him laugh. The "hippo baby" nickname came about one day when Asher was being a bully and kicked Micah pretty hard. Micah got upset and said, "You hurt me, you big hippo baby!" It stuck.
I feel like I should document the whole body after baby thing. Since I did stress waaaayyyyyy too much about it my whole pregnancy. I kind of want to remember the timeline things happened because it was different than post Micah. But different is sometimes better, and I am definitely not unhappy with where my body is at currently. I feel like I'm not done yet, so like not exactly wanting to maintain, but slow progress is still progress. And more comfortable progress. Anyways, I think I'll save that for it's own blog post. Maybe tomorrow. Since this is Farty Fats day and all.
I love your fat, beautiful butt, Asher Pax. <3
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