Our little Sissy is four beautiful months young and ca-yooooot as a freakin' button!!!
Oh, sweet Scarlettttttt,
You are becoming so interactive, so responsive, and SO FUN! As much as I absolutely love everything about having a limp little newborn, I remember being the 4-month mark with Harper being one of my favorite ages; and so far that is proving to be the same with you! You have a constant, contagious [yet sometimes mischievous!] little grin that swoons us and melts our hearts all in one. Your cooing and babbling has totally taken off; you love to tell stories, especially at 4am in the pitch black of Mommy and Daddy's bedroom. ...And yes, that means you're still sleeping in your pack n' play riiiiight next to my pillow. The infamous "4-month sleep regression" has hit, and I'm finally starting to make peace with the fact that I'll probably have black circles under my eyes until you're at least 16... [Scratch that, I'll definitely never sleep again.]
You are mesmerized by your big sister's every action; and a little bit to my surprise, the adoration is still very VERY mutual! Harper lives and breathes for you: she pitter-patters in the bedroom every morning to come see and snuggle you, and she always takes responsibility for helping you don a fresh diaper and picking out your outfit for the day. [Sometimes you come out looking like a little mismatched hood-rat, but in my mind, Harper's pride trumps your appearance and so! Clown-like clothes it is. ;)] You have become one of Harper's life-sized baby dolls, and her newest interest is making you a "crib" full of pillows on the floor that you must lay right in the middle of. You never go without a toy in your hand or a massage on your head, because your doting sister's gotchuuu covered.
You checked out perfectly at your 4-month well baby exam [14 pounds, 7 ounces and 24.75 inches long!] but screamed your head off for the two shots you had to get. As we were buckling you back into your carseat, Harper squatted down right by your face and sternly said, "Scar-wetttttt, you needa be a wittle bit more patient for 'da doctor!" ...It's a good thing you'll always have two mommas around to praise you when you're good and scold you when you're bad! ;) :)
You are becoming so interactive, so responsive, and SO FUN! As much as I absolutely love everything about having a limp little newborn, I remember being the 4-month mark with Harper being one of my favorite ages; and so far that is proving to be the same with you! You have a constant, contagious [yet sometimes mischievous!] little grin that swoons us and melts our hearts all in one. Your cooing and babbling has totally taken off; you love to tell stories, especially at 4am in the pitch black of Mommy and Daddy's bedroom. ...And yes, that means you're still sleeping in your pack n' play riiiiight next to my pillow. The infamous "4-month sleep regression" has hit, and I'm finally starting to make peace with the fact that I'll probably have black circles under my eyes until you're at least 16... [Scratch that, I'll definitely never sleep again.]
You are mesmerized by your big sister's every action; and a little bit to my surprise, the adoration is still very VERY mutual! Harper lives and breathes for you: she pitter-patters in the bedroom every morning to come see and snuggle you, and she always takes responsibility for helping you don a fresh diaper and picking out your outfit for the day. [Sometimes you come out looking like a little mismatched hood-rat, but in my mind, Harper's pride trumps your appearance and so! Clown-like clothes it is. ;)] You have become one of Harper's life-sized baby dolls, and her newest interest is making you a "crib" full of pillows on the floor that you must lay right in the middle of. You never go without a toy in your hand or a massage on your head, because your doting sister's gotchuuu covered.
You checked out perfectly at your 4-month well baby exam [14 pounds, 7 ounces and 24.75 inches long!] but screamed your head off for the two shots you had to get. As we were buckling you back into your carseat, Harper squatted down right by your face and sternly said, "Scar-wetttttt, you needa be a wittle bit more patient for 'da doctor!" ...It's a good thing you'll always have two mommas around to praise you when you're good and scold you when you're bad! ;) :)
I say it all the time, but I wholeheartedly mean it: we could not adore you ANY more than we already do!!! :-* :-*
Please stay small and sweet forever, pretty girl!!!
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