- your family...and that's about it. Anyone else elicits a look of annoyance. You're such a snob.
- your swing...an intervention is planned soon. It's the only place you'll nap extensively during the day. Soooo.
- to poop. You have at least one blowout a week...it's fun.
- your pink fuzzy blanket. You will not sleep without it.
- your playmat. It's so fun to watch you work at pulling the dangling animals down.
- your hand, fingers, anything that you can fit into your mouth without me taking it away from you. I'm not sure if you're teething, but you do not go a minute without either your pacifier or your fingers in your mouth.
- your brother. Seriously, that kid could sit on you and you would think it's hilarious. Everything he does makes you smile. (We'll see how long that lasts.)
- your moby wrap. You love being carried around in it.
At 4 Months, you dislike:
- tummy time...you still hate it. Honestly, I'm not as good at making sure you have tummy time as I was with Eli, but you do spend time on your tummy daily, and you still hate it...with a fiery passion.
- your crib. Again, my fault. Apparently, I didn't learn my lesson from your brother. You sleep fine in the cradle-thingamajig next to our bed, but the second I lay you down in your crib, you act as if I just dipped you into acid.
- non-elasticized pants. And who can blame you, girl. You've got quite the tummy, and that cute thing needs some give and stretch comfort.
- your carseat -- at least not for extended periods. So, traveling to Boston in a few months should be a blast.
- bottles. Eli did not breastfeed; he refused. So, when you nursed like a pro, I wanted to make sure you would stick with it. So, I didn't attempt a bottle until about a month and a half after you were born, at which point you were like, "woman, please". It's fine if you never have a bottle, it just means you and I are going to be like peas and carrots for the next year or so.
I love you beyond eternity, my dear Scout.