Four Months

From this:To this:Looking at that first picture I cannot believe how alien looking Meg once was. Especially since she is now this fat, happy, giggly baby -- who ALWAYS has her hands in her mouth. Really, we try to stop her, especially when she puts her fingers far enough into her mouth to gag herself, but she always finds a way to outsmart us. We have offered her pacifiers, and teething rings, even the occasional dog toy, but nothing makes her happier than chewing on her hands. She especially loves it when she grabs a hold of her tongue. You should hear the squeals of joy when that happens. It's like she's won a prize.

Meg no longer likes laying around, she prefers sitting, or even better, standing. She still needs help, of course, but when she plants her feet she does it like a gymnast. I am actually thinking of getting a little card that says "10" on it, because I think that is the only proper response to her performance.

I don't know if you've noticed, but there is pretty much nothing Meg could do that I wouldn't think was wonderful. The last four months have turned me into that person. I applaud her even when she is crying, or poopy, or inducing vomiting by putting her entire fist in her mouth. If I were to compare her to the baby books there are things she is doing better than she should be, and things she should be doing that she isn't. However, right now, those books can suck it. When I look at her? All I see is perfect.

Oh, how I love her. I can't wait to see what comes next.