My sweet Evie girl, you have reached four months of life!
You've acquired some new nicknames around here. I think we call you "squirt" more than we call you by your actual name. Your father (much to my displeasure) has taken to calling you "blubs," which is short for blubber, on account of your thighs now resembling little crescent rolls. He's very proud of himself for coming up with this awesome term of endearment. Honestly, though, we are thrilled at your chubbiness; it means you're gaining weight!
You still LOVE your hands. You can now reach and grab uncertainly, like you're not entirely sure what you are doing yet. If we put your rattle ball or your crinkle book in front of you, you can kind of accidentally grab it. What counts is that you can hold these toys by yourself, and to your mouth they go! You've also started scratching things...like my skin. I think you're just trying to feel around a little more, but...yikes. And you still haven't discovered your feet yet, as your grandma would say, but you'll get there.
You like to look at pictures in books. In fact, we've run out of new content for you to explore; we've read all your books more than once. We'll have to work on that. However, I did introduce you to one of my favorite films, Pride and Prejudice, and you seemed to enjoy it.
You have decided that there is much you'd like to say, and we can hear your little squawks and coos and downright proclamations from all over the apartment. Sometimes, I'll give you a big smile and you'll answer me with a few furious leg kicks, a beaming smile and a short chuckle of a laugh.
We still find much joy in all the goofy faces you make.
You can push yourself off of your tummy like a pro, but you still haven't mastered the back-to-tummy roll.
I'm still waiting to see if any of me will make an appearance in your features. So far, you're still your daddy's little mini me, with his light skin and deep blue eyes.
We take walks down by the bay with you in your stroller, and I think you enjoy just looking at all there is to see. You stay real quiet in there, and I have to run ahead of the stroller as I simultaneously push it down the street just to make sure you're good. I probably look like a weirdo when I do that.
Anyway, we have lots of fun together. You've travelled to Sarasota a few times now and gone to quite a few restaurants where you've behaved like a little champion.
I still don't have the heart to let you cry it out at night yet, so we still have our 2:30 a.m. girl time.
At least your consistent.
We love you baby girl, and we can't wait to see what wonders and adventures and lessons this next month will bring!