
“Does babies have bones in them?” Your brother asks as you sleep. Your body is slumped across my arm, your chin resting on my bicep and arm thrown limply across. Eyes softly shut, your lashes extend as long and curvy protectors. You breathe comes in silent oscillations of your chest.
Earlier, you played foot battle with him. You kicked and pushed against him and squealed in delight. He entertained this little game for a few minutes and you whimpered as he left. (I think you might’ve been winning.) Moments later, he returned and you reached to hug him, scratching him with ever growing nails and plastering his cheek in a drool-laden kiss. He smiled. He loved it.
You babble often, sometimes intoning those conversational beginnings in mimic of your many siblings, mom, or dad. The rise and fall of your voice strikes poignant moments in yet-incoherent speech. You smile at us, for us, with us. You sit longer, your back strong and balance building. You grab and hold and manipulate anything within reach – especially cups. Your feet remain the best play things.

Too fast we’ve reached this point. I treasure each second we’ve shared.
From BabyCenter.com:
Have you noticed how your baby turns to you when you speak? Those expressions of attentiveness are really gratifying after the many hard hours of baby care you’ve logged. A relationship that seemed rather one-sided for so long is beginning to blossom into something truly interactive.



















It’s been a long time since I met you. In fact, this time last year, your heart was beating beneath mine. I didn’t know I should expect you then, and until I detoured to buy a bucket of chicken I suddenly craved, I didn’t even suspect we might be blessed with you. Now that I think about it, maybe that’s why you happily gummed the remnants of Daddy’s chicken when I slipped it into your mouth – you still crave chicken.
You’ve been booked now for several more boutique modeling gigs. Leg warmers, dresses, tutus – oh my! It’s cool, though, we seem to have fun playing dress up… at least for short sessions with lots of play worked in.


Yesterday, the temperature hit 87 degrees. As the mercury rose, so did your fuss. You, my child, are not a fan of heat. The fan soothes your mood and captivates your attention. Clothes get in the way of comfort (especially those confining socks that keep those toes stuck together).

It’s been interesting seeing your subtle changes in personality these past three weeks (eek!). Today, you’re 16 weeks old and on Sunday, you’ll be exactly four months “new.” You are *almost* sitting up, though the sit looks a bit uncomfortable as you lean forward and support yourself with your arms. I worry that you’ll force out your last meal if you stay in that position too long. But never fear, you have created a lean and roll technique that gets you out of the sit and out of tummy time when you are ready.
You have become so interactive now – babbling on and on, flashing smiles, clinging to a willing loved-one during frequent kisses and embraces. We love the games you play. Ya was trying to get a good picture of you the other day and every time he said “Smile!” you dropped your face into the plush covers of our rented townhouse in Edisto. He’d suck his teeth or groan in frustration, and you’d lift yourself up on your arms and smile broadly at him. 




