Dear Ela,
This is the month that you grew and GREW! After you were a tad petite at your 3 month doctor's visit (I blame that nasty little cold) I was expecting you to weigh 11/5 -- or perhaps maybe 11/8 -- at your 4 month visit. Well, you knocked it out of the park at 12 pounds, 1 oz. You doubled your birth weight (5 lbs, 15.7 oz) with a bit to spare. And you're quite the tall girl, too -- you're in the 75th percentile for height.
How did you get to be twice as big as you were when you were born? It's hard to imagine you were ever so small, but you've always seemed big to me. You have a personality too large for your little frame to contain.
This month was particularly special, because we shared it with so many of your relatives who came to visit over the holidays. You're generous with your affections, and happy to be held by pretty much anyone (even when your Aunt Maggie tries to give you a sip of her beer).
I had to go back to "work" this month, so your Dad started doing more solo parenting when I was away teaching my classes or playing in orchestra. Your time together is mostly joyful, and when you make a fuss he's come up with special tricks to soothe you. He has a "Daddy bounce" perfected that I wouldn't dare try to match.
This month I read an article about how being told to "cherish every moment" isn't always helpful for parents. Although I loved the article, I personally can't help trying to soak up every single moment with you because it does seem to fly by so fast. But then I remember that I've spent every night of your life next to you (occasionally awake more than asleep), fed you at least 8 times a day, and held you close to me as much as I possibly could. Babyhood may be a rocketship that travels too fast toward childhood, but you better believe that I'm going to enjoy the ride.
I love you, little peanut.
Love,
Momma



