Four Months.

My baby is four months old today.

And I'm sure there is some mother on the internet writing about her baby being fifteen or eighteen or maybe even twenty, but it's all the same to me.

She is changing. Before our eyes. From newborn baby to infant. To babe with a personality. A laugh. A smile.

She engages. Oh she is so engaging.

And she is beautiful. So beautiful.

When people tell me how beautiful she is, I can't help but fill up with pride and agree. She is so beautiful.

I caught myself whining yesterday. Miss E, our good little sleeper had been waking for just a couple nights and I was tired. Beyond belief tired. And I started to complain. And whine. And then I caught myself and realized I have a gift that no one else has. I have her.

And just as I said days after she was born. She is worth every single part.

Because, I have her. On loan from her creator.

I have her.

She weighed in at a petite 13lbs and 13 ounces and she's 25 inches long. You may or may not remember but this is so very different than H as a babe.

She is still not taking bottles. Still a great sleeper (minus this week at least) and still so content and happy about life.

I find myself savoring these baby days even amidst the chaos, confusion and the hustle, bustle of life. Remembering that we only have each day once.

Here are some pictures and happenings from the month:


She continues to be a gentle girl full of peace. So calm. Even when placed in terrifying situations with her big brother. (IE The bathtub, for the record, that is my hand holding on to her.)

Wide-eyed while talking to her boppa.

Mama and E.

E's first visit to the elementary school. She was indeed a big hit.

Sisters.

And this will only probably matter to two or three people in the world, but look closely. Miss E has got her thumb.

Some might say, like mother, like daughter.

Happy four months little gift of mine.