For my last baby.

You're four months old now. You're the sweetest thing since sugar. You're every bit as chubby as your sister was skinny- you and she wear the same size diaper, and have been for a month. You can roll front to back, and sit up if there are enough pillows involved. You nurse without problems. You sleep through the night. You're perfectly healthy.

In a word, you're a dream.

I suppose it can't last. You'll grow to be a teenager who gives me merry hell, no doubt. For now, though, you are the best baby to hold that there ever was. And cute? Every day your father and I remark on how we're sure you and your sister can't get any cuter, and then you do!

Love you,
Mom