She is still a pistol.
And when things don't go her way she isn't afraid to let you know, as evidenced below.
But then she can turn on the charm. I prefer the charm.
I had bought stickers for each month's birthday. She was fascinated with this month's sticker. She kept crinkling it and putting it in her mouth. I had to take it off the onsie because she had essentially eaten off the decoration on the sticker.
Aunt Nessa bought her new hair bows to ensure she's properly accessorized.
All the emails I get from various baby websites say she should enjoy looking in the mirror. She has minimal desire to look in the mirror. She did laugh at the mirror this weekend, but I think it was just an accident. She still can't roll back to her back after she rolls to her tummy.
Tomorrow we go to the doctor for four month shots. I am nervous for her. I don't enjoy the blood-curdling screams.
As I was up from 2 to 3 this morning, I wondered if it would be easier (for lack of a better word) to have kids really close together (in age). I wondered if it would be better to just not remember what it feels like to sleep again rather than get a glimpse of sleep and then have another baby and start all over again with sleepless nights.
No, I am not pregnant.
No, I am not considering another child right now.
These are just the things that go through my mind in the middle of the night. Miss M is enough to handle. I am not considering adding another baby to the mix or having another baby in a two bedroom apartment.
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