Today, Sam, you are four months old. You are smiley, bright-eyed, and quite a celebrity around here. The nurses fawn over you and tell us how much trouble we'll be in one day. You have long beautiful eyelashes, and they literally curl into your eyebrows.
Your hair is still out of control, and sometimes the nurses style it in a Mohawk.
You seem so big to me! You weigh 15 pounds 3 ounces, and I'm not sure how long you are, but it has to be at least six feet. You wear 6 month size clothes and size 2 diapers. We can hardly hold all of you in our laps anymore.
You love to rock, read books, FaceTime with Emory and Harper, watch mobiles, and you will take a pacifier now
. It's kind of hard to say what's normal for your sleep right now because it changes any time there is a change in your care, but typically you sleep well at night and take two or three naps during the day.
Recently you started busting out of the swaddle, so you sleep with your hands up by your face now.
I don't even know what else to say about you, Sam. I am so proud of you, and I love you so much that my heart hurts. You are so loved.
Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go. Joshua 1:9
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