4 Months

So my baby is 4 months old.

She's a little tank, but is doing great - weighing in at 16 lbs. 12 oz., 26 inches long, and a huge noggin. Yes, she's at 97% for length and weight, (94% head size - which makes me happy that her head growth is slowing down).  Keira is on par developmentally - alert and active with ever growing neck strength.  While we are trying hard to savor each stage of her, we do look forward to seeing her neck one day.


With or without a neck, she's the most adorable thing you've ever seen in your life.  We have had a few strangers mistake her as a boy recently - but I still think she's ridiculously cute.  Seriously, I keep buying bows and headbands for her, but her head is so darn big they're all too small.  You may be thinking, "Might you try the toddler sizes, Kemp?" I would respond, "I have, and, yes, they are also too small."  I think I know what Charlie Brown's mother felt like.  I'm assuming he didn't wear bows, but he does have that black hat.  Same idea.



Here are some Autumn pictures from our forced family photo shoot the other day...just to prove how darn cute our kid is.

In this one, I imagine she's thinking, "Who are these crazy people?  Seriously.  These people are nuts."

So, yeah.  She's pretty awesome.

Finally...An Update.

Well, I've been remiss about giving loads of updates these past months... for several reasons.

1. I feel a lot of pressure to only blog about interesting thoughts or stuff that goes on in our lives.  To be frank, these such thoughts and/or events have been sparse.  Outside of the highlights in our life like our child ALMOST finding her feet, developing in dexterity and small motor skills, there isn't a lot going on.

2. I'd like to be moderate about talking about our kid - for your sake.  Heaven knows it can get old hearing about someone else's kid all the time.

3. Our kid is the best ever, and I don't want to make you feel bad (and yes, I'm well aware that just by typing these words, I'm jinxing myself and we're bound to have sleepless nights, spit-up on the shoulders of every shirt I own, and an inconsolable, fussy child...).  Seriously, she's so awesome - these things are rare in real life.

4. Being a mom is so wonderful (and exhausting) that my efforts are constantly divided (i.e. "Do I play with Keira, make dinner, clean our house, do laundry, or chronicle my thoughts and dreams at the computer for a little while?").  Life seems to take over very often.


But... here's a quick update.  We're doing well.  Keira is awesome, happy, delightful, sleeps well, and is a joy to my spirit.  The cutest kid you'll ever see, somehow, she gets more beautiful every day.  She's HUGE.  I keep telling her that she needs to learn how to walk this week because she's breaking my arms.  While I know the tradeoff is that I'll be chasing after her, my arms could use a break and my thighs could use the workout.  My guess is that she's almost 17 pounds.  She's just in the past few weeks only started to slow down her growth from the last month in utero - gaining almost a half a pound a week.

It's funny how our perspectives change.  We are excited by the strangest things now.  Frequently, the phrase, "Tell Daddy what happened today," to refer literally to things like, "Keira slept for an hour today," or "Keira almost put her pacifier in her own mouth today."  Yeah.  We're boring now.  Maybe we always were, but now.  No doubt.  But, we have a kid to entertain us and a lovely family!