Four months, a third of a year- was it really just a year ago you made your presence known? Sweet baby boy, you are loved. You are covered in drool, you are ripping out the hairs on the back of my neck, you just started biting your lip (this is soooo cute!). You sometimes roll onto your side with your leg draped over like you are thinking about going for it- yikes! You smile all the time, especially for those brothers of yours (you have so many, so there are many opportunities to smile).
There is something to be said about birth order and how kiddos turn out because of it. I can not recall enjoying this more than right now. Maybe it is because I am a little more seasoned as a parent and know that everything changes so fast I can’t fret or maybe it is because you are my last baby- but I am loving every second of this. The whisper conversations your dada and I have to have in bed so we don’t wake you, the snuggling, the drooling, the cooing. I LOVE IT ALL. I may only have a handful of blurry pictures of you- I blame your brothers- I don’t have enough hands. And you may get get naps on the go, get woken up from naps, strapped into the car for rides between swim lessons and soccer-but I must say, as long as we are together things go alright. You prefer home- snuggled up in bed or on the couch, but really, so does everyone else in the family. You are long enough that you kick books I am trying to read to your brothers while we are nursing (they hate this). You wear 6-9 month clothes and your fingernails grow at an alarming rate. You are teething, poor bubba, the past few days you have been not your happy self, I can see the bugger, can’t feel him yet, but he is there. You love bath time. You took the bottle for the first time this last month- it makes me having to go back to work on Fridays in a couple weeks a little easier. And, well kiddo, we are all just smitten with you. You make us all smile goofy smiles, pretend sneeze to get you to laugh, talk about ridiculous things in ridiculous voices- all to get you to smile. Nice one kid- I think we will keep you. Four months old. Wow. What a joy.