Four months goes by way too fast

My little Olivia,

How can it be possible that you are already 1/3 of a year old? In just eight months, we will be celebrating your first birthday. I can hardly believe how fast the time has gone by.

You've just recently started to come out of your shell, and what you want most from anyone at this point is to be talked to. It doesn't matter at all what we say, just as long as we say something directly to you. You want to have a conversation. And you easily talk back in your own little voice that includes squeals and laughs. Sometimes you sigh, as if you are in agreement with me. I've found myself really wanting to entertain you and tell you all sorts of things, and you just seem to take it all in. I think what you like most is the "Olivia Rap" that I've made up (well, I know your sister likes it a lot, at least). Your father tries to do the rap, but he just can't get the rhythmn down that I established for it.

At this point in your life, you have started sleeping through the night pretty consistently. You actually did it at about nine weeks, but we had a minor blip a few weeks back where you wanted to wake up at 3:30 for three nights and play and play and play. Your father got you the first night and kept you up for a couple of hours because he was enjoying your company and your smiles. He wanted some alone time with his little O. The next night when I got you I ruined your plan of fun. It was patting and darkness for you, as I was trying to get you to remember that it was sleepy time for at least a few more hours. The third night you didn't stay awake but 10 minutes. And now you are back to your old self again, and you cease to amaze us by sleeping through your sister's night time screams as she lays in the crib right next to yours.




Your father often asks me if I think you are going to be anything like your sister. You are definitely a quiet and content baby, but your recent verbal phase does have us wondering. Whatever your personality, we will enjoy every moment of it.

Finally, I only have one favor to ask of you. Can you please attempt to make a #2 for someone else besides me? It seems that everytime you fall into my arms, I receive a little present. Your father cannot remember the last time he had to change your diaper now, and well, it's time to remind him, ok?

I love you,
Mommy