Four Months

You can never understand the love of a mother until you become one. 

It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. It's wild, crazy, and I love it. 

I heard him before I saw him; that teeny, tiny first cry. And I drew in a big breath and exhaled deeply as I thought, "that's my baby". Tears rolled down my cheeks and my heart was bursting with emotion. It was a moment stopped in time that I will remember forever. 

Noah:

You are just over four months and you are more amazing than ever. You're rolling, laughing, talking. Oh, your laugh is my favorite! You think getting dressed is so funny and always giggle when we are changing your clothes. You also love your changing table! You're grabbing your feet, smiling, and still very interested in those chubby hands. You love your daddy and his voice. You love it when he sings to you and plays the guitar. You are discovering your tongue and love to stick it out. I often find you smacking your lips and blowing bubbles. Oh boy, you drool like crazy. So much so that you've gotten a little rash on your chin that we are having a hard time getting rid of.  In the morning you wake up so happy and are usually very content to lay in your crib and chat and play by yourself. Your momma is so appreciative of those few extra minutes of sleep.

You are already showing signs of stranger anxiety, and I'm thinking you might be a shy one. But, don't worry. I know what it's like and we will get through it together. You are trying so hard to sit up, as well as to grasp things on your own. You can hold on to things well if we put them in your hand, but you usually miss when reaching for them. This frustrates you like no other. As soon as you get an object in your hand, it goes straight into your mouth. Another thing you love is to roll from side to side. Not to flip completely over, but to lay on your right side and roll over to your left. 

You are interested in books and love being read to. Its so fun to read to you and have you listen so intently and study the pictures so earnestly. The car still puts you to sleep, and you still love your swing. You love to chew on your fingers (or someone else's) when they are covered with a blanket. You are working on some teeth.

You're still a little baldy, but you are starting to get some fuzzy hair like a little chickie. You're starting to get heavy...sometimes I look at you and wonder if that face could get any fuller or if those thighs could get another roll, and suddenly it happens. You fill up the bassinet at your Grammy's house. My little newborn is grown up!

Oh, how I love you! I am so overwhelmed with gratitude, so incredibly grateful to be your momma. You're my favorite boy. Xoxo times infinity.