It's amazing to me how humungous this kids is compared to her sister. She's starting to fit clothes that Verity wore around 9-11 months old. No joke. Most of those are sized 6 months.. so Liberty's a bit ahead while Verity has always been a peanut :) Her 4 month checkup today proved me right: she's in the 90th percentile for height. MY. CHILD.
I have no idea where this girl gets it from.
Probably my favorite thing lately is that she's gaining control of her hands, and can grab onto things and put them in her mouth for chomping. This is not only adorable and exciting, but gives my fingers a break from her ever-strengthening jaw.
(Along these lines, I'm really looking forward to when she can sleep unswaddled without startling herself awake every 5 minutes.. and then maybe even put her binky back in by herself..?)
But the absolute best thing by far.. is her laugh. This perfect little gurgle of joy that just overflows right out her darling little mouth. The first time I heard it I squealed so loudly with excitement that I nearly made her cry!
And now we move into the ridiculous phase of parenthood where we find ourselves doing the most bizarre variety of things to coax a giggle out of the baby... and not even caring.
Liberty's adjusting to sleep in her crib, slowly, but surely. We're down to 1-3 wakings at night, which feels like heaven after the past month or two of 10+ times per night. I'm slowly gaining back my sanity, and welcoming opportunities to snuggle again, rather than loathing the need to hold her constantly. Life is good like that :)
Mostly, I just really love this age and I'll continue to love it till she starts crawling around at top speed and getting into things. But, those things do have their upsides, too.
Okay, so I guess what I'm really trying to say is that I love her. Love her to pieces.