Eleanor at 4 months…
…has the biggest smile in the world. Did I say that at 3 months? Well it’s bigger now. She loves life.
…gets excited when Margaret gets in the van after school. Girl loves her big sister.
…has discovered the cat, but still isn’t quite sure what it is. Stares confusedly.
…rolls front to back and back to front. Is a goofball.
…is teething. Or something. Whatever it is, she has taken to biting me while nursing. So that’s fun.
Speaking of nursing, when Margaret was a baby she pinched my clavicle while she nursed. Paul pulled my hair. Eleanor punches me. Full on: she cocks her little fist all the way back, then *bam* lets me have it.
…treats the Tula like it has magical sleep powder. It’s a lifesaver if we’re out and about at naptime or if she’s fussy at bedtime.
…prefers ring slings, though, so she can look around. (We borrowed one for now.)
…still sleeps 12ish hours a night. (CROSSING ALL THE FINGERS)