4 Months

Christmas Eve wasn't just Christmas Eve, it also marked Elgin's fourth month, and we managed to take time to duly note the passage of moments that lead to this ripe old age.  At four months, our boy already experienced a rough respiratory virus and the secondary ear infection, but neither dampened his spirits.  We have us a happy, jolly, charming boy who rarely complains.  The completion of his third month also marked a very vocal baby boy who delights in our faces--especially when they are expressive of surprise or feigned fright.  It's not hard to get a laugh from him.  Just wiggle your eyebrows or make your mouth into an O.  The saddest thing, though, was that for a few weeks, his voice was too hoarse to make the loud squeals and shouts he so longed to use to impress us.  Elgin, we were impressed with you.  Your body shouted your delight, despite the lack of sound.

Now, my personal favorite thing that EW does is to suddenly stop nursing, turn his head to look right into my eyes, and crinkle his body with sheer ecstasy and start cooing and chatting, almost like he's telling me how happy he is to be my baby.

The pleasure is mine, Elgin.

He's a drooley boy.  We go through several bibs and a few outfits a day just trying to keep the boy dry.  His hand is in his mouth except for when he's nursing or gumming a toy or a bib (which is just between his hand and mouth).  The prominent drool doesn't prevent others from remarking on his size--mainly his length.  Elgin is a long baby, much like his older brother was, and I'm anxious to learn his measurements on Monday at his four month well check.  No one is looking forward to the shots.

And, of course, to truly note the start of Elgin's fourth month, the camera was in full force:

Elgin, you are so loved.