4 Months!

Four months already.  We suddenly have a little person with a personality on our hands.

I will probably perseverate on this forever, but I still can't believe how much has happened in her four months in this world.  She is now lives at her 4th address (where she will stay put for the longest stretch yet), but doesn't seem to mind the changes as long as she has her sister to make her laugh, a steady supply of food, and a place to sleep.  Sleep.  Ahem.  That's a hint, Clara.  I have become all too familiar with the term "4 month sleep regression," that we seem to have hit ahead of schedule.  What can I say? She is advanced.

As we enter her 5th month, I am reluctant to admit that I need start finding "big baby" things like a high chair.  It seems too soon, but she's going to be ready for some big steps before I know it. Definitely before I'm ready. 

NO, NO.  This is not a step that I was talking about.  She's not allowed to have caffeine until she's pulling all-nighters in college. But no wait, she's going to be like her dad, and never pull all-nighters in college because she's been keeping up with her work all along, rather than procrastinating those English papers . . . but wait.  If I can't handle the thought of her transitioning to one spoonful of rice mush every day, why am I talking about college? Happy 4 months, Mäuschen.