
We're into four months now. Whew! So Brandon and I were quite pleased with ourselves for "training" Anya to sleep through the night and she was even starting to take a very reliable long morning nap. Dealing with a three month old was easy as pie...until she started teething. Now we're back to square one. Anya's been reminding us that she still possesses that impressive set of lungs and is not opposed to exercising them on an hourly basis between 1 and 4 am. She went in for her four month appointment today and it was both reassuring and not so reassuring to hear that this is all perfectly normal.
In my vast four months experience as a parent, I keep re-learning exactly one thing: it's not about me. Anya's pretty much learning and growing and adjusting to life on her own. We've got good days and bad days and I'm just kind of along for the ride.
These days, Anya loves...
--Being outside. The end-all-be-all cure for whatever ails her. Luckily, we live someplace where she can spend most of her days outside.
--Chomping down on anything and everything. Particularly blankets, pacifiers and Sophie.
--Dancing with her dad. Anya loves it when Brandon grabs her arms/legs and moves them to the beat.
--The Itsy Bitsy Spider.
--Hearing her own shrieks and giggles.
--Doing little baby crunches with her head and shoulders.
--Standing (with the least amount of support possible). She's already showing a little independent spirit.
--Splashing around in the bathtub.
--Anything with a face.
Anya does not like
--Aching gums.
--Being bored.