Look at you! You're sitting in a Bumbo seat, smiling and flailing your arms around. You're certainly not a newborn anymore.
In looking back at the photos I took between months three and four, and well, they're scarce to say the least. I'm sorry. We've been on the go, hosting visitors, soaking up the last bit of the late-summer sun (it's been incredible, to say the least), and chasing after your big sister. You've been along for the ride, per usual.
We had your four-month doctor appointment, and I was very concerned I wasn't getting you the rest you deserved. The doctor assured me you'll tell me what you need, and he's right. You're great at letting me know when you need to take a rest in your crib instead of on-the-go or in the stroller for the fifth day in a row.
You started rolling over to your stomach in your sleep, and I think you're much comfier this way. The doctor said I could stop nursing you in the night and that now is the perfect time to sleep train you. It's like you were just waiting to hear the doc say this because that very night, you slept straight on through till 4:30 in the morning, which you know is my favorite time to be awake, anyway. Thank you, Davis. You're just a champ.
I hope you know how much you're loved. How Fraser asks, "Davis awake?" the minute I walk into her room in the morning or after her nap. How your dad can't wait to say, "My man!" when he walks in the door after work. How anyone you meet can sense just how laid back and agreeable you are.
Our days end with exhausted laughs after putting Fraser to bed because of her non-stop energy, and they end with smiles and loving sighs after putting you down...you're just the best little guy, and we still can't believe you're ours.
Thank you, Davis. You make us so happy and proud.
Love,
Mom
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