Baby Love

My baby. My sweet four month old baby. I haven't written much about him have I, or my other sweet babies? Having baby K has made me fall in love with L & R all over again. If I catch them in the right light, and tilt my head just so, I can picture them as four month old twins, sweet and pure. My only regret was that I let myself wish away too much of the day with "am I doing this mothering thing right" and didn't let myself just be.

Now I am just enjoying this motherhood thing much more. I know there is no "perfect" except the perfect that exists in my children.

K is four and a half month old now. He is so strong and has been since birth. He tries to sit up from a lying position! I doubt 4 month olds are supposed to do that. He is so happy- as long as you are entertaining him. He loves his big sister R because she adores him, she will sing to him, play with him and he eats it up. L is much more laid back, he loves his baby brother, but has much more important things to do then watch his every move like the rest of the family.

He laughs, loves the song Yankee Doodle and is a chub chub at 16lbs 6oz. We call him sweet thighs. He is a delight to be around, a great baby who has added so much to our family in so many ways.
He has finished our family, made us complete and bonded us even more. For that, well, I am eternally grateful and filled with love.