Love Letter to a 4-month Old

Dear Baby P,

Recently you turned 4 months old. Unfortunately, you did so when we were without power. Most of your toys run off of batteries, so it didn't affect you much. How it did affect you was that your sister couldn't be distracted with TV.

This month has brought you out of your shell. You are much more vocal. You like to spend time having conversations with us about whatever you think is funny. You laugh is one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard. It is hardy and robust just as I imagine you are. When you are nearing the end of a nursing session, sometimes I will poke you in the side to make you giggle. You seem to get the joke by pulling off and smiling at me only to turn away after a few seconds to get back to the business at hand.

You have also started to show a real preference for me. It isn't a preference because I feed you or because you know I will hold you. You prefer me because I am your mother. When you hear me walk into a room you kick and talk until I come over to see you. If I don't immediately, you start to get upset (and Lord knows we don't want an upset baby P). When you see me you smile and kick while shaking your hands. You are my little boy and I am so proud of you.

This was also your first full month of daycare. The first couple of days were difficult for me because you are so nice to be around that I really didn't want to give you up. My fears of daycare were realized when a couple of days you didn't get a bottle in the morning. We got it worked out, but really part of it was your fault because you didn't cry for it like the others do. I felt a little like the over concerned mother writing on your sheet to not forget about you, but it looks like I did so rightfully.

You also met your grandmother Nina and Aunty Alison this month. I have to say that you have made quite an impression on the both of them. I think they are very pleased with how you turned out. Although, because of your size, your aunt has given up knitting you a sweater because you won't stay in it long enough to make it worth her while to knit it.

I measured you today. You are 18.5 lbs. According to the calculators, that is somewhere between 90% and 95% for weight. You are shrinking, dear boy, what is up? You did finally fit into the red overalls that I am so in love with. It was very exciting for me.

The month has continued the dream I feel like I am living with such a sweet kid. But, like most dreams, I fear it is ending. Your teeth are coming in and your sleep has been disruptive. I think you are wanting to cuddle with me at night rather than eat. I also fear the cold season and the eventual ear infections it will bring. All of that looms in the future, but for right now, I am getting as many hugs, smiles, and long nights of sleep that I can get.

Love you to bits,
your mum