
Good golly Ellie, is it possible for you to get any cuter? You’re four months old as of Tuesday, and my goodness do we ever love you. I was thinking about what highlights to mention about you this month, and everything I could think about had me gushing over how great you are. And I figured that it’s kind of boring for other people to read that kind of gush, so I’ll try to keep it to a minimum.
Probably the biggest thing about you being four months old is that you’re officially a baby. Which, I know, sounds kind of funny – because really…what were you before then? But I was saying to your dad the other day that there is not an ounce of newborn left in you. You’ve become your own little person who makes great company. You smile, you laugh, you sleep well (all night kiddo! You make me proud), you eat well and you entertain like it’s your job. You know what you do and don’t like in your world so far – and let me tell you little one, being put down for a nap is DEFINITELY on your do not like list.

Which brings me to my next point – we’ve officially reached the stage where we’re letting you cry it out. Now, you may recall (although my mama heart desperately hopes you’ve forgotten) how I tried this with you about a month ago, and after twenty minutes it ended in you barfing from being so upset. And people told me it was too soon. Too young for you to “get” that you should probably go to sleep. And I eagerly agreed. 1) Because I never ever wanted to put you through that again. and 2) Because I actually really cherish letting you fall asleep in my arms and liked that I was given permission to do that just a little bit longer. But over this month kid, we have seen more than ever that you are definitely onto us. You will cry and yell, and then when we go into your room to put your soother back in your mouth you’ll do one of two things. Upon seeing us you’ll either a) kick your legs really fast in anger and ramp up the volume of your yell, or b) laugh. Both clear indications that you’re only crying because we’ve subjected you to this thing called sleep. So, here we are, letting you cry. And you know what? It’s totally working. And it’s only been 3 days really. Of course there are times (like say after AN HOUR) that I have begged your dad to just let me go up and get you, but he is of a stronger will than I, which is a good thing kid.

But enough about the sleep. Let’s talk about how STINKING happy you are. Some days I wonder if it’s possible to develop laugh lines as a baby, because mercy, do you ever smile a lot. My favourite thing about you these days is this little shriek you do. (well…to be honest, it can be a bit much and I did try and reason with you the other day asking you to use your “normal voice”…), but sometimes, when you’re hanging out on your play mat you’ll just shriek and then laugh to yourself and it’s so awesome to watch. Having a Party For One is something you are great at doing and there are times when I come to join you and you instantly quiet down, as if to say “nothing to see here mom…move along now…” What a stinker you are.

As much as you are totally cool hanging out by yourself, you absolutely LOVE when people pay you attention. It doesn’t matter who – as long as someone is engaging with you, you will reward them with a massive smile. And I love that about you. Your parents are people-persons, and I think you’re going to follow suit on that one. I think babies naturally bring joy to those around them, and kid, you are no exception. We hear on a daily basis that you are a beautiful baby, and when you flash that winning smile at whoever it is that is talking about you, it makes their day. Ellie – just by your essence you are shining joy, and I pray that never changes.
Finally, Ellie, I have to admit something that makes your dad and I look kind of lame. (Welcome to the rest of your life kid!) We can’t get enough of you. The other week, we actually had a race up the stairs just to see who got the privilege of waking you up from your nap. We try and play it off like we’re actually being helpful “Oh I’ll get her…you stay here” “no,no, I don’t mind…I’ll go get her, just have a seat”…and before you know it, we’re elbowing each other just to get to you first. I want you to know that. Because I’m certain there will be times ahead where you and I may not feel like being in each other’s space all the time. (like, say, in 15 years) But know, know, know, that I will always fight to be with you. Always fight to spend time with you, and always fight for you. You have filled parts of my heart that I never knew were empty.

Happy 4 months kiddo.