Well that little girl that lives with us turns four months old today. I still can't believe she's here. On one hand it seems like we've had her in our family forever almost like I can't remember what it was like without her. On the other, I remember how long we planned and waited for her arrival, and all those years plus four months have vanished in the blink of an eye. She's gone from this delicate little bundle we swaddled and tip toed around to a laughing and chattering Cuteness Factory. Last night she went for two hours straight, talking to her toys, her blanket, Ripley (they were nose to nose while she was telling him all about something--I wonder if it's like Family Guy where dogs understand baby chatter?), and of course us. I'm starting to wonder if we should teach her actual words or not because I have a feeling she'll never stop talking. She laughs at everything, from Papa's beard to her own reflection in the mirror to sucking snot out of her nose with a suction bulb. Putting on a shirt is a game; she smiles when I grab her arm to put it in the sleeve because she knows she's going to grab it halfway through and giggle as she tries to stick it in her mouth. She listens intently to stories we read her because she loves to lay next to us on her back while we hold up the book so she can see the pictures. She couldn't get enough of her cousins on Saturday as they played with her all afternoon making her laugh.
Oh well I guess we have our work cut out for us. It won't be easy crushing this one; the force is strong in her!