So, it's really hard doing things, like the laundry or dishes, or writing on the blog because all I want to do is spend time with Greta. She is my world. I could eat her up...and I do pretend to. She smiles so big.
She has become attached to me and I can't say that I don't kind of love it but it's also kind of driving me crazy. I lay with her when she sleeps...if I get up, she wakes up. So, I nap when she naps and so forth. I don't think I'm ready to sleep train her just yet...I'm just not ready to give up this special time we share. AND it is extremely difficult to hear my baby cry for any length of time.
However, I think that we will all sleep better when the time comes. The books say the sooner, the better. She does sleep through the night, for the most part, and that ain't bad at four months.
To my darling, at four months...
You are holding steady in the 80th percentile for height and weight! 14 lbs 15 oz and 25 1/2 inches long!
Your head went from being in the 55th percentile to the 90th percentile. You smart girl, you.
We've been calling you "Greta the goat" because anything, especially cloth, that comes within reach of you, you will grab and proceed to try and eat it.
You play with your feet and chew on your toes and I think it's just the cutest thing ever.
You examine your hands in great detail.
You are becoming very good at sitting up...so good, that you want to practice it everyday.
You love to stand. You even try to stand up in mama's sling...which is kind of dangerous.
You love "Head, shoulders, knees, and toes" and "Little piggy" and pretty much any song we sing to you.
Your giggle is music to my ears. Mama can find a sweet spot on your neck that gets you to giggle...I make funny faces and sounds, and if the mood strikes you, you laugh. You found Nancy Karam to be quite hilarious, though.
You suck on that thumb of yours like it may somehow become detached from your body and you are trying desperately to save it.
You have been sucking on your lower lip lately. You did this when you were first born, too.
You celebrated your first Thanksgiving at Aunt Melissa's and then at Gram and Papa's. You were such a good girl.