At 4 months old, I am just perfectly average: 12 lbs 6 oz and 24.5 inches. (Mom is pretty sure that the nurse measured wrong, since that's only half an inch more than I was at 2 months and she says I've grown way more than that. I don't know much about nurses, but those shots she gave me sure did hurt.)
My improving eyesight means that I'm also getting pretty good at grabbing things like hair (I love Auntie Leslee's long hair!), toys, my pacifier, blankets, and pretty much anything else that's within arm's reach. Recently, I've discovered paper. It's crinkly and wonderful, but I only like it if it's got things printed on it. None of that plain paper for me.
And what do I do with all these things once I get a hold of them? Put them in my mouth of course! I like feeling the different textures on my tongue.
Speaking of textures, that rice cereal stuff feels funny on my tongue.
Mom has started feeding it to me twice a day, and I eat it okay--I never turn down food--but it's not nearly as good as some of the other food Mom and Dad slip me.
Mom and Dad seem pretty excited about this rice stuff though, so I guess I'll give it a shot, even though I much prefer Hersheys and that other sweet stuff.
I think the best part about eating that funny rice stuff is that sometimes Mom lets me play with the spoon. She says I have to learn to stop gagging myself with it, though.
When my hands aren't busy doing other things like eating and playing, they're usually in my mouth. I like all my fingers...
but I don't like to play favorites, so sometimes I suck on these ones...
and sometimes I suck on these ones so they don't feel left out.
I don't have my fingers in my mouth all that much, though, because I am way too busy talking. I talk a lot. Sometimes I squeal, sometimes I just talk, but most often I am very serious. I am trying to explain to these people how to solve all the world's problems and they just gaa and goo at me and ask me dumb questions:
Sometimes though, I think that people are hilarious! (Mom knows I'm a sucker for a compliment...)
When Mom gets bored at home, we go on walks. Luckily it's been warm enough that we can get out at least once a week. We live within walking distance of the grocery store, the redbox, the post office, and the library, so we've always got somewhere we can go. Mom bundles me up in the stroller and away we go!
Sometimes we see big dogs that bark and scare Mom, but they don't bother me. In fact, don't tell Mom, but these walks really aren't as exciting for me as they are for her. Most of the time, I just fall asleep.
I sleep a lot. What can I say -- it's exhausting being this adorable!
