Dear Niya,
You are 4 months old now. I am actually struggling to come to terms with the fact that you are already 4 months old! You are 13 lb 11 oz at your well visit yesterday and 24 inches tall. You are right in the 50th percentile. For my tiny, SFGA baby, you are doing great! You also got your first cold. Thankfully, it has not become an ear infection yet.
It was a fun last two months for you! I never did write your 3 month letter, but we were out of town and I didn't have my laptop with me. But you had your first beach trip to Miami, went to the pool and had a blast. You are always smiling and laughing. I am thinking you are going to be a social butterfly. You love everyone, but you think your brother is the BEST. You reserve your best smiles and laughs for him. When he comes to you in the morning, your face lights up like nothing else. Neil loves to sit next to you and "read" you his favorite books.
This month Appacha came to visit and he calls you the princess of FL. Neil calls you Plinty Plincess. I call you a string of gibberish as the Spirit moves me. Appacha and Ammachy loves to carry you around all the time. If you show as much as the smallest pout, you are immediately picked up. You are well loved (and well spoilt). When someone plays with you, you show a shy face and roll your entire fist inside your mouth. You already show separation anxiety. People who see you say I will never be able to do anything as you wont let me be away from you. It is amazing to everyone (including your pediatrician) how fast you have recognized me. You already cry when I take you to the doctor. I have no idea how you know. Are you supposed to know already?
I love how intently you look at the books Neil reads to you. I hope you would love to read. You love the swing, the gym mat, and the mei tai. If someone can carry you close to them all day long, you are supremely happy.
Dada is not supposed to say you are cute because if he did, I get to ask for another baby. This is just a game we play. But he says that all the time unawares, because you are just that cute. I know, I set him up for something I know he will fail miserably. You are a bit of a drama queen some times. You cry like you are getting murdered, and I come flying from the ends of the earth, and all you wanted was to be held. And once you are held, it is like a switch turned off. Neil gets very upset if he hears you cry. He empathizes a little too well.
You bring so much sunshine and joy into our lives. I just wish the days went a little slower.
Love,
Mama
You are 4 months old now. I am actually struggling to come to terms with the fact that you are already 4 months old! You are 13 lb 11 oz at your well visit yesterday and 24 inches tall. You are right in the 50th percentile. For my tiny, SFGA baby, you are doing great! You also got your first cold. Thankfully, it has not become an ear infection yet.
It was a fun last two months for you! I never did write your 3 month letter, but we were out of town and I didn't have my laptop with me. But you had your first beach trip to Miami, went to the pool and had a blast. You are always smiling and laughing. I am thinking you are going to be a social butterfly. You love everyone, but you think your brother is the BEST. You reserve your best smiles and laughs for him. When he comes to you in the morning, your face lights up like nothing else. Neil loves to sit next to you and "read" you his favorite books.
This month Appacha came to visit and he calls you the princess of FL. Neil calls you Plinty Plincess. I call you a string of gibberish as the Spirit moves me. Appacha and Ammachy loves to carry you around all the time. If you show as much as the smallest pout, you are immediately picked up. You are well loved (and well spoilt). When someone plays with you, you show a shy face and roll your entire fist inside your mouth. You already show separation anxiety. People who see you say I will never be able to do anything as you wont let me be away from you. It is amazing to everyone (including your pediatrician) how fast you have recognized me. You already cry when I take you to the doctor. I have no idea how you know. Are you supposed to know already?
I love how intently you look at the books Neil reads to you. I hope you would love to read. You love the swing, the gym mat, and the mei tai. If someone can carry you close to them all day long, you are supremely happy.
Dada is not supposed to say you are cute because if he did, I get to ask for another baby. This is just a game we play. But he says that all the time unawares, because you are just that cute. I know, I set him up for something I know he will fail miserably. You are a bit of a drama queen some times. You cry like you are getting murdered, and I come flying from the ends of the earth, and all you wanted was to be held. And once you are held, it is like a switch turned off. Neil gets very upset if he hears you cry. He empathizes a little too well.
You bring so much sunshine and joy into our lives. I just wish the days went a little slower.
Love,
Mama
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