2:21 p.m. - 01 November 2004
Four months old
Dear Vadin,
It�s such a clich�, but I have to say: I can hardly believe that you�re four months old today. You�ve gotten so big already that when I saw that newborn in the pew behind us at church Saturday night, I had a hard time remembering that you were that small just a short time ago.
You can do so many things, too: roll over (even if I haven�t actually seen it yet � your father assures me that you can), reach out and grab toys to put in your mouth, sit and stand up with some help, and that doesn�t even take into account the wide variety of noises you make, either. You have a wonderful belly laugh, but your giggles, coos, and screeches are no less delightful to me.
And even though the time change has you a little off your game, I�m still very thankful that you sleep through the night more often than not. Last night was the first time I�ve had to get out of bed in the middle of the night in at least a week or so. It probably has something to do with me figuring out the best nighttime diapering solution, too; you�ve slept much better since I started putting you in a Fuzzi Bunz all night rather than a Wonderoo.
There are still many times when I catch myself thinking, "Holy cow, I�m someone�s mother." I feel a tremendous sense of responsibility now, even though you�re still young enough that a lot of the decisions that I make day to day won�t turn you into a zombie. I�ve even started taking better care of myself: you may not believe it, but now I weigh 30 pounds less than when I got pregnant with you. Your daddy can hardly believe it himself, since he didn�t think I�d ever see the numbers on the scale start going down.
It scares me a little, quite frankly, to think of all the things that we�ll have to teach you, and all the things with which you�ll need help and guidance. Even with all your accomplishments so far, you�re still pretty helpless. Just don�t grow up too fast, son: be my little boy for a while longer.
Happy monthday, sweet pea. I love you.
Mama
