This is an update especially for Aunt Beth. Be ready for picture overload. I would say sorry for that, but I’m really not! :)
Ady loves to be read to.
(Kaylee reading her homework to Ady)
She is starting to grab things in front of her. She is more interested in the book itself than actually listening to the story.
She isn’t stingy with her smiles. She is even giggling now. It is the cutest thing E.V.E.R. Drew was making funny faces at her in the car today and had her laughing so hard. Her tickle spot is under her chin.
She loves her birds.
It’s fun to watch her have tummy time in her crib. She thinks the birds on her sheets are toys. You can hear her scratching them, trying to pick them up.
She loves the camera. (Most of the time)
Once she figures out I’m taking pictures of her, she won’t take her eyes off me. I love that.
I could sit and watch her play for hours. Her hands amaze me. They are so little and petite. I can see every single tiny movement and all of the effort and concentration she puts into grabbing a toy and bringing it towards her mouth for inspection. She’ll sit and stare at the toy for awhile, while I sit and stare at her and watch the amazement in her face over one single little toy.
I had a different blanket in mind for her favorite one. She chose this one. She snuggles up to it all. the. time. Most of the time it covers her face like this. I’m glad I got some pictures of her this way because
Blanket + Ady = LOVE
This btw, is a typical day on the changing table. I can hardly get the blanket out of the way to change her diaper or get her dressed. She reminds me of Drew that way.
4 months is my favorite. I love everything about it. She is mesmerizing to me. Even when we are having a bad day. I honestly love being with her and can’t get enough of her. I’m trying to figure myself out that way. I’m sure I felt the same way about my other babies. They were pretty amazing themselves. But this time I can really feel myself taking the time to relish in everything that comes with a baby. I think there is something to be said for “enjoying your last baby”. I think the 4 year spacing helps too. In fact, sometimes I find myself feeling sad that this is it for me…I will never hold my very own 4 month old again and never watch her rollover again for the first time or figure out how to hold a toy. Sometimes it makes me want to have another one. Did I really just say that? Then I quickly snap back out of my dreamland and into my reality. The reality that I have 4 beautiful children and I know that is good for me. So I hold her tighter and appreciate my life just how it is because
I. Am. Smitten.