My heavens 4 months has absolutely flown by. This past week my little Pickle has discovered her toes. Her new reflex of grabbing her hair and rolling to her right side is now rivaled by the grabbing toes reflex. It depends on if she is distraught or content.
Her hair is still bananas.
She likes to say variations on the word “Oh” a lot, especially when she is trying to get to sleep in the bjorn or the stroller. She often wakes me up with her high-pitched squealy laughter. Her cry has gotten a bit more grown up the past week. She is still crazy baby Missy Franklin in the tub–all limbs moving a mile a minute.
When we are out we get stopped constantly. So many people want to talk about what a beautiful baby she is. I agree of course but I have thought all my babies were beauties. The more it is a point of discussion the more we seem to think it’s because of her hair.
This little one continues to resist the urge to cuddle or settle at all. Even when I pick her up to nurse she is coiling in her body and contracting all her muscles trying to get to the boob on her own.
In short: She’s a nut.