Our tiny Lark is now four whole months old. If I had to sum her up in one word it would be delightful. She is just so happy and content. She has put herself onto a two nap a day schedule, the first one being three hours long and the second one two hours long. Then she conveniently starts to get sleepy at seven, around the same time as her older sister. Who, by the way, wakes us up more than she does. If anyone can tell me how to keep a toddler in her bed all night long - let me in on the secret!
She is still an avid thumb sucker, but will exchange her thumb for a toy to see how it tastes. Drool. is. everywhere. She can hold onto that toy now too, and reaches for and grabs anything she can see including her toes. She has also mastered rolling over onto her tummy, but once she is there she's stuck until rescued. Still no hair to speak of.
At her check up, she weighed 14 lbs 8 oz. and the pediatrician predicted she would walk early. I told him she sleeps 10-12 hours straight at night, and he said I must be nursing all day long. I do feed her every two hours and I love that time we get to spend together, quietly rocking with her tiny hand grasped around my finger.
I can't believe how big she is getting. Some mornings I feel like I can tell she grew overnight. I just want to keep her as my happy baby forever, but at the same time I am so excited to hear that little voice call me mom. Being a mother is so conflicting - agonizing over another day's growth, yet triumphing with them over a newly learned skill. I don't know that I'll ever reconcile the two ends of the spectrum. Pause! Play!
I sure do love this little girl.
I'll be taking pictures of Lark wearing her brooch monthly from now on...