Dax 4 months

This is the reason I wanted to start this blogging business in the first place, to keep track of all of these little things I can't seem to do otherwise. I'm hoping that if I'm able to journal even just a little bit of my kids' lives I will be doing really good.
I cannot believe my little baby is already 4 months old. I took him to the doctor a few days ago to get those darn shots that haven't seemed to bother my other kids, but for some unknown reason they sure make my usually happy as can be, content, sweet baby boy just a little bit crabby and off schedule. I guess I'm getting really spoiled because I'm used to him sleeping all night or at least until 5:30 or 6:00. The day after his shots he actually slept until 10:30 in the morning. I couldn't believe it. I kept going in there to check on him and he was fine. I was ecstatic! But trust me from then on it's all went down hill. He has been going to bed around 10:00 (his usual) but he has been waking up around 1:00 and then 1:40 and 2:30 and 3:00 and then 3:30. You get the picture! Every 30 to 40 minutes and around 5:00 am I start to lose my mind, and as soon as I hear the dreaded noise seeping out of his room I want to bang my head on the pillow and start to cry myself. Especially Wednesday morning knowing that is our craziest day of the week and I have to work all day and there is absolutely no chance of a nap. HA! HA! when is there ever a chance for a nap. That just doesn't happen. So you would think since he is not sleeping at night he would have good naps during the day right? Wrong! Cat naps is all we get. Oh boy! It's now been a week and he has been better today so I think we might be pulling out of it. We'll see tonight. I'm almost scared to go to sleep, sometimes it's just easier when you're already awake, but I'm so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open even if I wanted to.
So now that I went way off I'll stray back to the important stuff like how much he weighed and such. I thought he was such a tank, but it turns out he is only in the 10th percentile for weight, 15th for height, and 10th for head. He weighs 12lbs. 11 oz. and is 24 inches long. He is definantly a growing boy! He really is a dream come true! I don't know what I would do without him. He has changed my life in so many ways and to him, for that, I am grateful. I love you, Dax! Happy 4 months!