Phoebe is four months old today! I don't know how big she is because her well-child check isn't for a couple more weeks and, well, I haven't bothered to measure her myself. Suffice it to say, she's a growing concern.
She recently learned how to laugh—like full on belly laugh—and it's highly amusing for everyone. Here's a video from a couple days ago when Miriam came into my room around bedtime and engaged Phoebe with peek-a-boo for the first time (it's not the first time we've tried peek-a-boo with her; it's simply the first time she "got" the game).
Warning...there's some baby spit-up (or, as we like to call it, Phoebe Cheese) involved...
I don't think anyone has ever had more fun playing peek-a-boo!
Now that she's laughing everyone is doing everything they can to earn a giggle from her, though largely she seems to hand them out arbitrarily. Yesterday Andrew, Rachel, and I were in the kitchen talking. Rachel started to explain this podcast murder mystery she'd listened to and Phoebe thought it was the most hilarious thing ever. Every time Rachel revealed some new gruesome detail, Phoebe would giggle and guffaw, which had us all laughing by the end.
Let's see, here she is getting ready for bed a couple of nights ago:
She's a silly little goose, but we're so glad she's ours.
She's a pretty good sleeper, as long as she's close to mommy, is pretty passionate about mealtime, and also enjoys sucking on fabric (chew toys are kind of blah but if she can suck on a burp cloth or someone's shirt, she's all over it).
Waffelles, the cat, has finally forgiven me for having a baby, it seems, and has been coming up to me to solicit back scratches on a more regular basis. She's sniffing Phoebe more regularly as well and doesn't automatically leave the room when Phoebe enters. So we're making progress in that department, too.