It's official--my little boy is not so little anymore. Charlie turned four-months old last Wednesday and had his four-month well-baby appointment the next day, which is when I learned that he was now topping the charts at seventeen pounds and twenty-six inches long placing him in the 95th and 90th percentiles, respectively. I looked up Sammy's four-month stats to see how the two boys compared since I recalled Sammy was pretty big for his age. Well, Sammy was two pounds lighter and an inch shorter. Yowza. Charlie seems to have skipped the 6-9 month sizes of clothing and jumped right up to twelve-month stuff.
During the day, Charlie is a super laid-back and easy-going baby. But nighttime is a completely different story ever since last week. My formerly good sleeper is now getting up almost every 1-2 hours after I put him down for the night and I am completely frazzled/exhausted as a result. I really, really, really hope that this is a short phase/developmental stage. Speaking of development, Charlie has become a champion raspberry blower and also recently discovered that his thumbs fit perfectly inside his mouth.
Charlie's getting pretty close to being able to sit on his own, although I'm hesitant to let him try thanks to our complete and utter lack of carpeting to cushion his fall should he decide to face plant on the floor. He's also been supporting his weight on his legs for about a month now and can stand while holding onto my fingers. Charlie absolutely adores his big brother and watches everything that he does--fortunately, Sammy seems to be just as enamored with Charlie and goes out of his way to make him laugh by making silly noises (a new favorite of the two is fake sneezing).