my little archer man, 4 months old

you're 4 months old.

i don't know how this is happening.

you're getting way too big, way too fast.

you're not a very good sleeper... like, at all.

but i promised you a couple days ago, that if you would stay this size forever, then i would accept sleepless nights forever.  yes, it would be worth it.

i want you on my hip foreva eva.

you'z the cutest accessory in all the land my little archer man.

the way you arch your eyebrows, heh, who know our archer, would have such bright eyes from arched brows.  seems about perfect.

YOU are perfect.

i kiss your cheeks, your belly, your hands, your legs and your piggies on an hourly basis.

your big brother is an identical twin to daddy,

but you? you have a look of your own.

we could say you have some of my features, but truly, you're just a cute little button all on your own.

oh archer, i'm madly in love with you.

maybe it's this whole second time around thing or something, but dang gina, you make us want thousands of babies (actually just one or maybe two more).  but really, you are a treasure to our family.

some stats for momma's memory

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you're a chunker, weighing 17 pounds (5 days short of 4 months!)

you've taken me through the ringer with feeding you... but now, you are an exclusive breast feeder (hi high school archer!  hope this doesn't embarrass you!) but really, you couldn't make up your mind for a while, and now i can't get you to take a bottle (which hinders my social life, #momproblems)

you are rollin over!!  you don't mind your tummy either, just usin' those strong arms to hold your cute little head up!!!  but just slow down.  i don't want you to crawl anytime soon.  ok? ok!

you're a gnawing machine.  your fist, your little sophie giraffe, blankies, and any time i lean in to nibble your cheeks you try to eat me too.  the drool is pooling out these days, so you must be teething!  i'm thinking about getting you an amber necklace.  sometimes i try to be all hippie like, and then i go and eat a giant bowl of ice cream with hot fudge, and about 3 packs of fruit snacks and all hippie status goes out the window.

you squeal.  like screeching squeals.  and  you do it in delight.  and i am SO excited for you to start talking because i think you will be so cute and funny!  i love your squeals.  you have a great range, perhaps you have a career in singing my love? we shall see... we shall see  (your dad would be happy if you would just be on the line with your big bro. settttt HIKE!)

you also scream really high pitched when you are sad, errrr MAD.  you can get really mad.  and you refuse to eat and sleep and you just scream.  whoooooof!  it's a doozy 'round here when you let our your shrilling screaming cries.  but we still love you.  you're a rather cute screamer.

you've started grunting when you want your momma.  you see me, and you want me, so you grunt til you get me.  and i don't mind one bit.  i love to be grunted at :) HA!  but really, it's pretty unexplainable, the love i feel for you my sweet dear archer man.  you've stolen my heart.

i'll love you forever

your momma :)