Roly Poly

This is about a week and a half late, but I've gotten so used to just putting everything on Facebook that I sometimes forget to keep this blog updated :)
On August 17th Aven rolled over for the first time! She was on her tummy on the floor, and I was walking around her room talking on the phone, putting some laundry away. She must have felt left out, because the next time I looked down, she was staring up at me! The look of shock on her face was priceless, and it immediately turned into a smile. I feel bad for the person I was talking to (Christine) because I interrupted her story to shout "OH MY GOSH, AVEN JUST ROLLED OVER!"

She doesn't do it everytime I put her on her tummy, but she has done it a few times since, so I know it's not just a fluke. So crazy ... before I know it she'll be crawling and then there's definitely no looking back.

4 Months

Dear Aven,
You have become my little friend. You've gone from someone I had to cradle to someone I can hug and squeeze and tickle and laugh with. Yes, laugh ... yesterday was your first real laugh, a little "hee hee!" when I was kissing your tummy on the change table. I can't describe to you how it made me feel. All I know is I can't wait to know you more!

Last week we went shopping together in Stratford, just the two of us. I was a little worried about the trip, since our ride home together from Huntsville was something I don't even want to talk about because it was so difficult. But you were an angel, and I think you actually enjoyed yourself! I tried on dresses while you watched me in the mirror and smiled. You took in all the sights and sounds of the mall with delight. I think you especially enjoyed Claire's; so many things to look at!

 

It's not very often that I have "bad" mommy days anymore. Although you are still a ridiculous cat-napper, that has come to be a predictable part of my day, something I can rely on and work with.

 

We went to a wedding last weekend and no one could believe you were only 4 months old. First, because you're so big (long) for your age, and second, because you were incredibly well-behaved. I like how you fool people into thinking that you're naturally an easy-going, calm baby, and that I must have it so easy. If only they knew your true self, the one I've cleverly hidden behind a solid routine!

 

This month you've discovered your feet, and boy are they exciting. Is that a toy? WHO CARES! FEET! I CAN HOLD THEM!

Your latest development is the motorboat noise, and it's one of the best so far. You stick out your tongue and try to talk, and all that comes out is a spray of bubbly spit and a hilarious noise.

When I pick you up after a nap and you cling to my neck with all your strength (often tearing out most of the hairs at the nape of my neck), I am floored by how amazing it is to have someone need you as much as you need me. I can't wait until you're old enough that a hug and kiss from me makes all the badness go away.

 

Love,
Mommy