4 months old!

Our sweet Hannah is 4 months old!  She is a smiley, raspberry-blowing, cooing little goofball.  Her sense of humor is developed well beyond her months.  She adores holding onto my fingers and pulling up to a sitting position and then pushing up to a stand.  She gets the most accomplished look on her face when she is standing up tall like a big girl.  She is still infatuated with her activity mat, batting at all of the little creatures suspended over her head.  She is very grabby, pulling on anything she can get her hands on.  Like her big sis, she also enjoys looking at herself in the mirror. I figured that it was time that we have the conversation about it being okay to be a little bit vain.  (Although I am hardly the right one to give the talk, considering I am the antithesis of vain these days.  Having a year's worth of hair growth from my last coloring, being four months out from a Cost-Cutters haircut from a woman who didn't know how to hold her scissors, and a wardrobe consisting of nursing tanks and warm-up suits, albeit velour, are only a few examples of my current prideless existence.)

She is a distracted little eater, our feedings take way longer because she is constantly stopping to grin at me.  I love it.  She is still sleeping through the night like a champ, but her daytime sleep leaves a lot to be desired.  I am having to remind myself of all the rules I followed religiously with Emmy.  Most important being that sleep begets sleep and to put her down in her crib as soon as she rubs her eyes or yawns.  It is too easy to get caught up with everything else going on, losing track of time and missing the golden window of quality sleep.  Her happy little disposition hides her sleepiness all too well (until it's too late, of course!)

We have another week or so until her 4 month check-up, but it's clear that she is growing well.  She is true to size and still fits in a number of her 0-3 month outfits, but is mostly wearing 3-6 month clothes now.  Nick adoringly refers to her as his "little meatball" because of her squishy little cheeks.  He has promised me that that nickname will not last past her infancy.  I can only imagine the psychological ramifications of a pre-teen whose parents refer to as "meatball."  There is no denying just how kissable her precious little face is.  We can't get enough of it, and everything else about her...