Carson rolled over on Sunday. Twice. From his tummy to his back. And then he did it once again on Monday.
He’s holding his head fairly well too and using his arms to push up on us when we are trying to burp him.
He isn’t even six weeks old. We are in big fat trouble. This kid is freakishly strong.
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Carson has been taking some naps in his crib – having graduated from the bassinet in the living room, and, in lieu of the event listed above, no longer naps on the couch next to me. We’ve put him in his crib at night a few times and I’m happy to report that Mallory stirs a little when she hears him cry but she doesn’t wake up, which is really good.
He is wearing mostly 3-6 month clothes now, which bums me out a little. We got a great stash of hand-me-downs and there are a ton of adorable 0-3 month outfits…like an awesome plaid one piece Polo thing but it gives my kid a wedgie because it’s too small already.
He is still spitting up quite a bit, even with our increased vigilance with burping. And he poops about once a week. And he is still peeing mid-diaper-change once in a while which isn’t so fun.