Tate still eats (obviously) and is much larger than any of the babies even close to his age. Today I put him in 9 month pajamas. All of the 3-6mos clothes need to be removed from his drawer. He is getting more folds in his arms and legs, and I can't but blame him for not liking tummy time very much. He just sits with his face on his hands or the blanket. Almost no efforts to look up. I think it will be a while before this kid rolls because he has so much mass to move. My sister lovingly nicknamed him "Tank."
Sleep wise Tate is okay. I haven't really made any efforts on that front other than swaddling him and feeding him when he's hungry. He'll go in 7 hour spurts at night but since I haven't invested much time, the 7 hour spurts often begin at 8 or 9pm, which means he's up and ready to eat about 3 or 4am. At least he goes right back to sleep, so I can't complain at all. I think we're on a good track right now.
Tate is a poop-saver like my other kids. A few days will pass and I just brace myself for the 2 diapers-in-a-row that will be so full if I don't change them immediately.... Oh. So I guess one thing I could do without is Tate's random projectile vomit episodes. They are full-on soaking vomits (ask Jessica Coleman, she was once a recipient). Once it happened during the prayer in Relief Society at church. That was exciting. Another time while standing on a street in SoHo waiting for June's dance class to let out...and other times usually at home on the couch. It is probably a couple times per week so I can't complain at all. There is no pattern to the madness so it's just bad luck I guess.
