Nicholas is four months old today. Yep, already. Crazy, I know.
This month the boy found his voice. And by voice, I mean a pterodactyl screech. (Yes, I had to look up how to spell pterodactyl.) He uses this screech all day, every day, and tells how how it is. It's awesome. Except when he's all angry and schreechy. That happens too, and it isn't quite as awesome.
Has the biggest, gummiest grin. Huge. (Sadly, it disappears as soon as the camera comes out.) The thing that makes him happiest? Canon. He sure loves his big brothers.
This month he figured out how to control his little hands, and it is so fun to see him reaching for what he wants with his shaky little arms.
And you know what? I love him. Even more than I did last month.
Love you boy,
*quilt is Baby Dot-to-dot, fabric is scrappy from my mom's stash, made by Grandma