Today was the 4 month check up for little Tash. The nurses ooed and awed over her: "Oh, it's the beautiful baby!" Then the doctor claimed she was the new favorite baby because she pleasantly smiled and laughed while he poked and prodded and examined her. Amazing. She's kind of a perfect little baby. Although, I wouldn't say no to 12 straight hours of sleep from her. 

Apparently, she's tall. 90th percentile in height. If she weren't in the 95th percentile for weight, she'd be a twig. I love the rolls and kissable, munchable cheeks. I relished the time alone with her to just observe her. She's such a dear, mellow child. I loved watching the pacifier move consistently with her sucking as she calmed herself almost to sleep until I jolted her out of her peace to keep her awake for the impending exam. And she hardly complained!