Baby girl is four months old. Four months! I can’t believe I’ve been someone’s mother for that long.
This is the month that breastfeeding finally went from painful to pleasurable.
This is the month baby girl laughed for the first time. And squealed with delight.
This is the month she really discovered hands are for grabbing. ALL the things.
It’s been a good month.
And a challenging month.
The “4-month” sleep regression is no joke. At least, I hope that’s what this is, and not our new normal. She had started to make progress, but now we’re back to 20-30 minute naps. And fighting bedtime. HARD.
Baby girl has also decided that she is not a roller. Even after doing so well last month. I’m not worried. I think this is just her stubborn streak shining through.
Favorite things: Mommy and Aba, hands and feet (which she’s been able to grab onto with a little bit of help/positioning), “petting” the cats, Blue Bear-y and Cube, grabbing clothes (hers, mine, Hubby’s) and trying to stuff them into her mouth, making monkey sounds with Aba.
Not-so-favorite things: Still going to sleep.
She is growing and changing so much. More and more, people say she looks like me (which, I have to admit, I LOVE!), but she is still very much her own person. And I am falling more in love with that person every day.