Four months

Hello my supremely large child! You are a beast it's true, you are a lovable beast. While you're becoming more aware of the world around you, you don't seem to enjoy being made aware of the cold. For now you hate the breezes and the cold air that sneaks in at your hands and face when we go out. You seemed to be super duper into ripping wrapping paper, but I'm thinking that was just because you seemed to think it was deeee-licious and promptly tried to eat everything you ripped off. You were 17lbs 15oz and 28in at your check-up. Instead of continuing to grow at a rate that is perpendicular to the growth curve. You've now decided that parallel is more fun. You're still in the 95+%ile for head, height and weight. I will continue to blame your father for this since your projected height is now 5'10"-6'1". Now on to the lists!

Margaret can:

• stick out her tongue
• sit by herself
• grab her toes

Margaret likes:

• bouncing
• flying!
• Head, Shoulders Knees and Toes
• Christmas Lights
• cereal!
• the cats!

Margaret does not like:

• tissues
• having her nose cleaned

All in all it's been a fabulous time with you. You laugh at all of my jokes and you like it when I get silly- so I think it's safe to say we've got quite a ways to go until I actually scar you.

Snot

You're full of it. You don't like it. Buuuut you don't like me trying to get it out a whole lot more. So you sniffle and you suffer. We try to make you laugh as best we can, it doesn't always work.

I'm pretty sure this is the worst cold that any baby has ever had in the history of the world.

I'm fairly certain that by the time you read this you will be all too aware of my love of hyperbole.
I appologize.

BABY SITS ALL BY HERSELF!

This is what I've been typing to people for the last 15min. Because you did. It was epic.

the littlest Blue Bird

You were very obviously hungry, but you really didn't want anything to do with the bottle. But for someone who is on a pure liquid diet- this poses a problem. So I figured maybe we could give cereal a try.

By the third spoon you figured the game out. And you were going to do whatever it took to win. Everytime I got the spoon near your face, not even your mouth, you'd open your mouth up as wide as you could a tip your head back like a baby bird.

You more than liked it. You didn't make any weird faces. You just ate. So we'll try it again tomorrow and see how that round goes.

Thanks for your patience! ...or being easily amused

I needed to make Christmas Cut Outs in the worst way possible today and you weren't too keen on napping. So you had to sit and watch me for a while. I gave you a bunch of rattles and teethers hoping that would be enough to keep you happy.

It wasn't.

You would make these terrible grunting noises if I went what you thought was too long without looking at you. For the record, I was only looking away from you for about 30sec-1min to check the dough I was rolling out. So it's not like I was leaving you for 5-10min. I decided to change my apron to see if that would help your mood- and it did. You didn't so much care for the pink polka dotted one, which Bailey-Gates will have to come talk to you about in a few months. But I can't blame you too terribly much for your preferences, because the one you liked was black, red and cream. So there was a lot of contrast for you to look at.

The good news is I got all my cookies baked so Uncle Joe will be happy. The bad news is you were needy enough that I didn't get to frost any. Let's hope I can get your dad to watch you for even an hour or two this weekend so I can finish this project!