Four months. What is the deal with you, my little man? You seem to be determined to grow up too fast. You started rolling over last month. Rolling over! A full month before your brother even attempted such a feat. And my are you a big one! You are almost the same size at four months that your brother was at six. It seems likely you will be bigger than your older brother, which seems fair since you will always be younger, always be second to do the fun things like driving and seeing R rated movies.
Kiddo, you've been scratching the heck out of your face and head these past few weeks. I think your cradle crap is really starting to bother you. I'm doing my best with olive oil and medicated shampoo and clipping your nails every three days but I'm really not much help. You're ruining your beautiful face but all the scratches make you uniquely you, so I still snap photos even if you are a gory mess.
You are such a laugher. I can just look at you cross-eyed and you burst into this full-bellied chuckle. And my god are you ticklish. A stray finger on your tummy or ribs or even under your ample chin has you squealing. Even Oscar has taken to tickling you.
Laughing is not the only noise you make. You squeak and coo like some kind of baby bird. Oscar shrieked with delight, but you make softer, more contented noises. I love to hear you sigh when you settle in for a good nurse. We have so little time alone, you and I, so I savor these moments when we are both so contented and so happy.
You positively worship Oscar. You watch is every move, trying to catch his eye and snare him with your smile. I'm never happier than in the moments when I'm holding the two of you on my lap and you are looking at each other and laughing at each other. It's a beautiful thing.
I am so enjoying you right now, at this stage. You still have eyes for only me. I am the one who gets the best smiles, the best laughs. You light up when you see my face. No one can calm and comfort you like Mommy. I realize how selfish this sounds, but I say it with the surefire knowledge that ten months from now your total dependence and infatuation with me will be less than memories when, as a toddler, you fall hard for Dada. I will be ridiculously jealous.