Thursday, January 19, 2012

To My Sweet 4 Month Old Baby Girl

Baby Girl,

Your personality is starting to shine more and more, and it makes it so much fun to be your mommy.  You have learned so much this month, and it is seriously the coolest thing ever to watch.

The day after Christmas, you rolled over for the first time.  I was sitting in the basement with Grandma Deana at her house, and you just rolled over from your tummy to your back, like it was no big deal.  I got so excited about it though, I think I scared you because your eyes got all big and you looked very worried.  You don't do it all the time, but you do try so hard to roll from your back to your front.  We will lay you on your back and show you our phone, then we drag the phone so it is above your head, and you'll arch your little back to look up at it.  You can get your legs to roll over, but you can't figure out how to get your elbow out of the way so you can end up on your tummy.  You'll figure it out soon though, I'm sure of it.

You like tummy time a lot more than you have in the past.  You can hold your head up so strong, and even reach out to grab a toy in front of you.  You love toys now, and can hold onto them and bring them to your mouth.  We think you might be in the early phases of teething because you like to chew on everything, but your most favorite thing to chew on are your own fingers.  This, sweet girl, drives me a little batty. You are constantly a slobbery, wet (and cold) mess.  You suck and chew on your fingers basically from the second you wake up, to the second you fall asleep.  You aren't picky about which fingers get in your mouth, in fact, sometimes you will stack your hands on top of each other and chew on all ten of them at once, gagging yourself the whole time.  We try to stop you, but you don't seem to listen.

This month we found out you have a bit of acid reflux, and you're on some medicine to help that.  You spit up a lot now, and I constantly smell like puke.  Not my favorite, but you're too cute to get upset at.  The medicine is helping a little, I think.  You spit up, but you don't fuss as much about your tummy hurting.  Hopefully you will stop spitting up so much, though, because you are a tiny little bug, and seem to be struggling a bit to gain weight.  You are about 55% for height, but only 5% for weight, and you're dropping lower every month.  What can I say though, with Logan for a daddy, you're bound to be tall and skinny.

You laugh and chatter all the time.  Daddy and I can't get enough of it either.  You also recognize us and prefer us over other people now.  Grandma Ilene will be holding you as you scream, but then I pick you up and you settle right down.  You love it when Daddy comes home from school or work, because that means it's play time!  He will "fly" you all around the apartment, sing songs to you, or get down on the floor with you to play with your toys.  He loves you more than life, and you have him wrapped so tightly around your baby (slobbery) fingers.

I love being your mommy.  I try to tell you I love you, kiss you, and snuggle you about a trillion times a day.  I feel like I'll blink and all of the sudden you'll be 12 and too cool to snuggle with your mommy, so I'm doing my best to soak it in.  I'm so glad I'm your mommy, and I'm so glad you chose to be my daughter.  I feel like I'm finally adjusting to my new normal of hanging out with a baby all day, rather than running around from school to work and back again like I have been for the past ten years or so.  Sometimes I miss my old life, but honestly, I would never trade it in a million years.  I get to hang out with you, my bestest buddy, and cutest friend all day long.  Plus, you seem really like me too, which makes me feel like a total rock star.

I love you so much my rib cage might just explode from trying to hold it all in.  I love you so much, sometimes I think I might have to scream it from a roof top.  I love you so much that sometimes I have to remind myself to not squeeze you too tight.  You are amazing, little girl.  I'm learning lots, and you are patient with me.

More love than you could ever imagine (until you have your own baby),

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