4 months

Oh, my precious baby Violet.  You are already four months old.  I don't do well with my babies growing up but you will be the hardest for me to let go.  You are my baby.  Forever my baby.  Just yesterday, I put away the newborn clothes from your drawer and it hit me hard realizing that I won't have a newborn again.

I am doing my very best to soak you up, every roll, every smile, every coo, every twinkle in your eye.

You are getting chubbier and it's awesome.  Your stats from your doctor appointment were: height - 23 1/2 (30th) and weight - 13 lbs. 9 oz. (60th).  Your brother weighed a staggering 3 lbs. 12 oz. more than you, Avery 2 more lbs. and Mia 7 more oz than you at this age. And Avery was almost 3 inches longer than you at four months. You are our smallest baby and I love that.

Everyone says you look like someone different but the conclusion Daddy and I have come to is that you have Tyson's eyes and Avery's nose and mouth.  There is something of Mia in there too just not sure what it is. The most frequently used comment about you is "She looks fake" or "She looks like a baby doll".  Basically, you have features from all 3 of the older ones that work together beautifully to create a unique face that is all Violet.

You stopped sleeping through the night when you began teething.  It turns out that none have actually completely come through the gums, but you have been working hard to get them to do just that.

You love watching your brother and sisters play and will smile at them whether they are looking at you or not.  Avery and Tyson have begun calling you "Vi-Vi" and it is sweet.  You just love any attention they give you at this point.

You are trying to roll over but that one arm just won't let you.  Soon enough you will be rolling across the room.  Not sure I'm ready for that.

You still love your thumb.  It doesn't always soothe you as much as we would like, but it has indeed served as a lifesaver on several occasions.

I love that your little personality is beginning to come out.  You are ticklish and love to be naked.  You love pat-a-cake.  When someone else is holding you, your eyes will scan the room to find me and once you do, you will not let me out of your sight.  I love learning all these things about you.  But my favorite thing right now is how you hold my finger while you nurse.  You hold on tight.  I love it.  I love you, my little baby cakes.