Four months already?

Giada is now four months old! I can't believe it! We have been working on rice cereal and sleeping through the night. Sleep training has been fabulous; nothing like waking up to the screams of my little angel, only to go into her room and have to explain why, though milk is near, I can't let her have it. It's like dangling a delicious slice of chocolate cake over my head and then telling me that I can't eat it, and to GO TO SLEEP! Yeah, anyone who knows me, knows that there's no chance of sleep after that temptation.

Her Doctor's appointment went great; again her head is like REALLY small for the average, but hey, one less insecurity to worry about, right? She's also very lean, weighing only 14 pounds. How I am grateful that my creamy milk is not a temptation for her to be obese! Fabulous! She's growing faster than a weed; her hair is growing in like a chia pet, and she's trying to repeat sounds that she hears, which she's amazing at doing. She giggles when tickled, and her gummy grin is the most beautiful thing in the world. I love it. I sure am a lucky mom! I will add more pics as soon as my hubby can help me fix the ones posted for last month. Poor guy's been busy doing lots of things.

Thanks for reading, and sorry if you can't make comments. That's something else that the hubby has to help me do.

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