A Newborn No More

Last week, I took Elizabeth in for her 4 month appointment. She's 12 1/2 pounds now and a quarter inch shy of 25 inches long. So that makes her in the 20-something percentile for weight and 70-something in length. Wonder where she gets that from. . .? I started thinking last week, as I watched her roll and scoot around her play mat that Elizabeth really isn't a newborn anymore. Here's the promised video of her rolling over. She's usually not as upset as this when we put her on her tummy.



She coos and laughs, rolls over from front to back, and has started being able to pull or spit her binky out and then cry to get us to put it back in. And her cry is definitely not the sweet mew of a newborn. My goodness, that girl has a piercing voice. Wonder where she gets that from, too. . . ? The newborn clothes that used to fill the top drawer have now been packed into a box and more toys litter our floor each day.


People keep saying it goes fast, but in a lot of ways, these have been the longest four months of my life. Probably because I've never been awake as much in any given four month period. Elizabeth still gets up two or three times a night to feed and it's definitely taking it's toll. The doctor said we could start solids to see if that helps but it seemed too soon to me. However, if things continue like last night—up FOUR times but mostly just snoozed on the boob—we're going to take matters into our own tentacles. This week will be Operation: Cry It Out. Wish us luck.