Holy cow! I have four kids... still trying to wrap my mind around that...So... here she is, lucky last. What's her name? Lena, aka: the sweetest thing. What's her nickname? Pumpkin... 'cause she's round like one, of course. She most definitely didn't exist when we left, and the only extended family she has actually met, would be her lucky aunt Sarah. So, woohoo for you Sarah!
She's only four months old, so what can I tell you other than the fact that she sleeps, eats, poops and drools? I'll try to muddle my way through, I guess.
She's the reason we have pink in our house... the boys barely knew that colour even existed before she came along... her mother doesn't wear pink... not because I hate it, like so many of you think, but mainly because I look weird in it. Lena looks perfect though in anything, because she's my daughter, and I'm always going to think she's perfect, no matter what the rest of the world thinks.
She's a great little baby... so happy, gets so excited so easily...loves it when anyone so much as looks at her. She wakes up in the morning happy and talking to herself... and as loud as can be, but I'm guessing that has to do with the fact that she must think everyone is supposed to be loud, because she deals with the noise of three older brothers on a regular basis.
Her greatest enemy at the moment would be this harmless little bottle. She has some crazy idea in her head that it can somehow kill her, and so she screams her little head off anytime we try to put it in her cute little mouth. If we actually succeed in getting the darn thing in that cute little mouth, she'll go into attack mode, and bite it and claw at it, and give it dirty looks. Well, actually... gives US dirty looks, because we brought her and her mortal enemy together. We keep insisting on giving it to her though, because her mother is not a big fan of the nursing thing (by the by... nursing does not mean the same thing in Australia as it does in Canada... I learned that very quickly).
She is also a master roller now, and can go from back to belly, from belly to back, and then back to belly, belly to back... and the next thing we know, she is on the other side of the room, and putting something small and disgusting in her mouth. Ahh... the baby proofing begins. Just love that.
Her favourite toy... given to her by Santa... what a nice guy he is. There's more to this toy than meets the eye... he opens up, where you can find another apple with a worm, and a nice big mirror (plastic!) so Lena can get a head start on the whole vanity thing.This poor toy has been barfed on more than anyone in this house. Well... maybe not as much as Lena's mother... but, a pretty close second at least.
She is warm and soft, and fat and cuddly and we are majorly in love with our little Lena, every single one of us... even all her brothers... it is so cute to watch them with her... talking softly and patting her head gently, and giving her toys when she cries, and trying to make her laugh and smile... ahhh... I love my little family.
I suppose that's it then. Not another offspring to write about... at least until #5 comes along... so until then...