A Tooth

You've really gone and done it now. It wasn't enough to roll over from front to back. It wasn't enough to roll over from back to front. You couldn't be satisfied by holding your head up, grabbing toys and putting everything you touch into your mouth- No, you had to go and grow a tooth. A little nubbin pushing up on your bottom right.
I suppose you're going to grow up too, huh? I suppose I'll let you. Just lay off my nipples, ok?

Feeling very very proud of you,
Mom

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