Another Tooth!

Your second tooth came in. Apparently it was a doozy, because you fussed muchly. And how.

All the fussing didn't stop you from learning a whole mess of new tricks though. You're starting to figure out how to get up on your hands and knees. You can't get anywhere like that yet- for now you get around by rolling over and over, or inchworming around on your back.

You can really, really suck on your toes. Sometimes you suck your thumb, but I think you prefer your big toe. I cannot tell you why.

You've pretty much gotten the hang of sitting up. Sometimes you'll start to fall backwards and I have to laugh because you go over soooo slowly. You can do one hell of a sit up, and as you tip back you pull harder and harder to fold in half. It almost works.

You love to growl. You've turned this skill into the most grating cry I've ever heard. Please stop:) You make up for this by singing. Perhaps you've learned these sweet little songs from your sister. The are remarkably similar ditties.

You have hit twenty pounds. You are a most delicious baby to hold. You squish when squeezed, which makes us want to squish and squeeze you, which makes you giggle.

You and your sister share more giggles everyday. You guys never tell me what the joke is, but it sure must be funny.

Love you so much,
Mom

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