Thursday, December 17, 2015

4 months






























































To my happy little baby...at four months.

You weigh 14 lbs and are 25 1/2 inches long!

You went on a plane ride for the first time. You did really well...sleeping most of the flight.

You got your first cold...probably from your sister. You caught it while we were in Florida and have really handled it well. The only time you get upset about it is when you cough to the point where you can't really breathe.

You can take out your paci and move it from one hand to another and put it back in your mouth.

You light up every time your sister comes by you or talks to you and she can get you to do some really killer belly laughs.

You are so very ticklish by your neck and armpit.

You love the water! You like your baths and you liked to splash in the pool.

You want to sit up. When I put you in your bouncy chair, you lean forward to get in a more upright position.

Oh, my Plum, your smile just lights up a room and your sweet little voice just tugs at my heart strings. I love to watch you grow and explore the world...and to see you interact with your sister...well, that's just the bee's knees, in my opinion.


Tuesday, December 15, 2015

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To my Greta...my sweet, sweet, Greta,

You are just the sweetest big sister. You often will snuggle with Estella and then say, "I love Stella, Mama." or "Sweet yiddle baby." or "she's bootiful."

You love your cousins so much. You call them your "fwends." And you often tell me you miss them...one cousin, in particular.

You are still taking ballet and have just started soccer (you call it "football").

You made your very first snowman with Daddy. You insisted on the carrot nose and held onto the carrot the entire time.

You kept asking to go to the beach to "blow bubbles", and so we did. We went to Marco Island, FL last week and you were sick the entire time, but that didn't damper your little spirit. You had so much fun playing in the pool and burying the seashells that Daddy would find for you. You called your bathing suit your "costume." At the beginning of the trip, you kept asking to go home, but by the end, you didn't want to leave.

You have this fake laugh that is just so funny.

You are beginning to have a preference about what you wear, which makes Mama a bit sad, I hate to admit. But you are your own person, and you are entitled to make your own decisions. I will dress you for as long as you will let me.

You keep asking us our names and always refer to your sister as "Estella Pwum". And when we ask if you are hungry, you say, "I not hungry. I Teta!" or "I not silly. I Teta!"

You still look like an angel when you sleep and I could still watch you forever.