24 Weeks

Arlo turned 24 weeks old yesterday, and he's finally sleeping through the night most nights! When he doesn't make it the whole night, he only wakes up once—which is a walk in the park after months of waking up between 4 and 7 times. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. 

Oh, my God, I sleep now! (I feel like I should mention that that stuff isn't in his crib when he's sleeping. We still put his bouncy seat in his crib anyway.)

Shorty must've had a growth spurt because we realized a couple days ago that he doesn't need a pillow under his feet during jumperoo time anymore. 

Look! Feet on the floor!

Also, I wish I had a corresponding photo, but I keep forgetting to mention how difficult changing and dressing this monkey has become. Good grief. He shoves both hands in his mouth when we're trying to put his shirt over his head. He gnaws on his sleeve while we're struggling to stick his arm through it. By the time we wrangle his second leg into his pants, he's freed his first leg so he can stick his foot in his mouth. He tries to sit up while we're attempting to zip or snap his pajamas. He flails his arms. He kicks like a wildman. He beats us. He does all kinds of crazy dances, including a fun little rolling-over number, while he's covered in various disgusting things. We need 30 more hands. And 30 more changing pad covers.

That'll do it for this week. Here's a random photo that melts my heart:

Such a big boy in the highchair. (A good mom remembers to bring the highchair cover to restaurants. Whatever.)