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Coen, 4 months {today!}


I cannot believe you're already 4 months old. It literally seems like yesterday that we were bringing you home from the hospital and just staring at you while you slept in your pack n' play. (Do I say this every time?)

This last month has been really exciting for everyone. You're talking so much more, you scream and yell in excitement and you're rolling over all the time! It was really in this last two weeks that the rolling has taken off and I have to say it's pretty entertaining to watch your log roll around the house. Soon enough, you'll be up on all fours and crawling. Crazy-town.

As of this moment you still haven't had a single thing, aside from breast milk. No formula, no water. Nothing. This might be my greatest accomplishment so far and I have to say that I'm beyond proud.

In just a few weeks, we'll be going for your 4 month appointment and we'll know how much you've grown in these last 2 months. Right now, you're in size 3 diapers, wearing 3-6 month clothes and growing so quickly!

Oh and your personality, you wouldn't believe how it brightens up a room, almost as much as your smile does! It's so stinking cute!

My favorite thing that you do right now is that you grab my head with both hands and pull me close and plant a huge open mouth kiss on me. We're working on this and trying to teach you that you can't do this to just anyone. Oh and you're really into pulling my hair too which hurts Mama a bit, but I secretly love it. It's very sweet and messy. But to me it just means that you're learning about your muscles and movements. The hair pulling will stop and same with the open mouth kisses, but for now, it's perfect. When they stop, I know I'll be sad so I'm just enjoying every minute of it.

You're growing and changing every day and as much as it makes us happy, it also makes a bit sad. You're just a joy to watch and we love every minute that we get to spend with you.

You light up our lives and we are so thankful that we get to have you in our arms every day.

We love you little boy,



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