You are in a sweet spot, perhaps the sweetest spot known to
At four months old you are old enough to smile and laugh with such open, innocent perfection it never fails to make me smile too.
You flap your arms and pant a little when you see the boob come in a for a landing and you often coo contentedly as you nurse, gazing up at me like I'm a goddess.
Your excitement is palpable when you grab something and triumphantly stuff it in your mouth. WHOAH! CHECK ME OUT!
When you are happy in your bouncy chair, you turn into a little Gregory Hines, watching your feet as they tap and stomp out an intricate rhythm and then looking up at me like yeah, that's right, did you catch that?You (mostly) sleep like a champ and I can still take you on errands in your car seat during naps.
Your crazy infant reflux-y barfing hasn't happened for several months.
You aren't teething yet (though your drool production and interest in chomping on things have shown a rapid uptick lately).
You aren't crawling or able to get into too much trouble yet (but you are rolling and eyeing your options intensely for when it will be possible).
You don't make messes for me to clean up (other than those diapers, which, WHOAH.).
So when the pediatrician gave us the green light for solids, rice cereal, because you are big enough and have started waking up some nights hungry, I said No, thanks. We'll wait. We're in a sweet spot I never want to leave.
This is why people say I want a baby.
You, right now, make me want TWENTY MILLION babies.
Your Clueless But Hopeful Mama