Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Love Letter - Month Four

Dear Keagan,

I can't believe you are already four months old. It just doesn't seem possible. Where is this time going? Looking back at your "old" pictures it makes me smile uncontrollably to see how much you have already grown.



Lots going on for your this month. One - you are a TANK to the extreme. 19 pounds, 27 inches long. The Dr. is estimating that you are probably going to be about 6'3" when you finally stop growing - making you WELL above Mommy and Daddy's height. All I have to say to this is: College. Scholarship.

You're also teething like it is nobody's business. Drool Factory? Table of One. Needless to say you are perpetually in a bib. Also, it's a good thing Mommy spent $20 on a teether - that Skittles thinks is hers.



You've also made a fascinating discovery. Your feet. Yeah, makes diaper changes a breeze when you are rolling side to side trying to shove them both in your mouth. It's a good thing you're cute.



We've also started transitioning you to yummy solid foods. Mmmmm....oatmeal (blech) and carrots. You seem to enjoy it, but I haven't seen you turn away food yet so I'm not really all that surprised.

You had a busy month filled with trips to Buffalo, trips to Grams, Mommy's birthday and the 4th of July. Such a good baby, and of course you stole the show wherever we went!







I have a feeling the next couple of months are going to include a LOT of motion on your part. As it is you are a HUGE wiggle worm in your crib.



More often than not we find you facing the complete opposite direction from how we put you in there. You are getting close to sitting on your own as well, though admittedly you fall about 10 seconds into it. I have a feeling you'll be scooting around like crazy very soon.

All in all, it has been a great month. You're such a pleasant baby...barely cry unless hungry or wet. You let everyone hold you and just love being talked to. Really, it can't get much better than this, but I know it will.

Love you babe.









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