Our little Poet is 4 months old today. That fact is funny to me on two counts. FIRST, SHE IS NOT LITTLE. She's a chubby baby. CHUBBY. I used to be offended when people made comments about her size... but now I just soak it up with a smile. She's a healthy, happy baby horse. I love every wrinkle + roll. It looks good on her. SECOND, 4 MONTHS? Holy Crap.That's funny to me because MAN, THAT WAS FAST. Too fast. She's a little like each of her sisters and then again - entirely her own person. She's about to roll over. She has just discovered the awesomeness that is gnawing + drooling on her hands. She has got a smile that lights up her whole body. She has the funniest 'I'm-super-serious' scream I have ever heard. She needs to work on it because it makes me laugh. Her eyebrows are expressive + comical.
I love her like crazy.
Three cheers for Poet.
Today: Girl-Tribe-Day! We are meeting with our friends to play and crossing our fingers that it will warm up and be sunny. Seriously. We might have to dig out our mittens if it keeps this up!
GO!
