Lydia Log: Day 127

Miss Lydia is a beanpole, a baby supermodel - 91st percentile in height, 21st percentile in weight. Initial concern over these proportions from our new young family doctor wreaked havoc on our already-fragile routine, but we've since taken a few grains of salt, and things are back to whatever qualifies as "normal"...

Yesterday was a huge day: 11:45 AM, she rolled over for the first time. While craning her neck to stare at the flickering pellet stove during "tummy time", she tipped over onto her back - Mom and Dad squealed and scrambled to document the event. Lydia was all like, "woops", Mom was all like "eeeee!", and Dad was all telling Lydia she done good. It hasn't happened since, despite many attempts at recreating the event.

Perhaps not unexpectedly, Lydia has become quite attached to her Mom. She gets quite upset in certain situations when passed off to others; hopefully others don't take it personally. We are working on this - I'm sure it will be a short term thing.

Otherwise, things is good. Lots of dancing and laughing and smiling and mugging for the cameras. She can fly across the room like Peter Pan (or Wendy?), only occasionally spitting up on whoever happens to be carrying her (Dad), and is becoming quite adept at settling herself in her crib, which is making Mom and Dad's lives a lot easier, or rather, is freeing up an extra 30-45 minutes per nap to do boring grown-up things like cleaning and laundry and exercise and going all comatose on the couch. These developments are also leading me to write really long run-on sentences, like that last one. Sheesh.

Four months and counting...