Four Months And Mobile

Francesca is my first baby to accept the pacifier and my first baby to suck her thumb. In fact, she's got this whole iconic baby thing going on where she holds a piece of cloth (burpie, my t-shirt, the ties from my shorts!) in her hand while she sucks her thumb. Either she'll hold it in her hand or she'll hug it with her other arm like a security blanket. It's all very Charlie Brown.

Last week Francesca put herself to sleep for the first time. Praise God!

She also rolled over for the first time! And this was the first time I've been home with a kid to see it. I think. If I compare myself with certain other bloggy (or non-bloggy) moms, I sometimes feel a little inadequate. I can't remember exactly if I was home to witness the other kids' first rollovers or not - I can have a shoddy memory at times (hello, three kids). But these other moms...they record every "first" in a scrapbook. They have scrapbooks for their scrapbooks. I am not that mom.

I once read that you should write these things down because you think you'll remember, but you won't. And it's true. You won't. Sure, I remember some stuff (which, one day I hope to write down), but I don't remember all the things I told myself I'd remember.

Here's one thing I remember, Francesca put that clown on her head herself. And also, she's four months old and she's scootching. FORWARD!



Charlie Brown. Did that even make sense?