Nate will be 4 months old Monday.
According to What to Expect: The First Year, he . . .
lift head up 90 degrees
laugh out loud
follow an object in an arc about 6 inches above the face for 180 degrees (from one side to the other)
. . . will probably be able to:
hold head steady when upright
on stomach, raise chest, supported by arms
grasp a rattle held to backs or tips of fingers
pay attention to an object as small as a raisin
reach for an object
squeal in delight
. . . may possibly be able to:
keep head level with body when pulled to sitting
roll over (one way)
turn in the direction of a voice, particularly mommy’s
say “ahh-goo” or similar vowel-consonant combination
razz (make a wet razzing sound)
. . . may even be able to:
bear some weight on legs when held upright
sit without support
object if you try to take a toy away
turn in the direction of a voice
Nate’s able to do every single one of these, even those from the “may even be able to” category, except . . . drum roll . . . laugh out loud. That’s right, of the 3 things Nate “should” be able to do, he can’t LOL. Leigh Ann has tried just about everything — funny faces, tickling, knock knock jokes. But the best we ever get from him is a little George W. Bush-esque snicker which, considering the voting records of his parent, is unfortunate.
In truth, I think it’s a good sign. We have a kid with a very discerning sense of humor. “You think you’re funny, Daddy? No, you’re not.” Yes, we’ll have to bring our A game at birthday parties and the like. But knowing Nate will never laugh at Two and a Half Men is the worth that effort and more.
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