As it turns out, everything I’ve heard about parenting is true.
It’s messy. It’s blissful. It’s exhausting. It’s rewarding. It’s frustrating. It’s thrilling. It’s overwhelming. It’s love beyond measure.
But mostly, it’s the best thing that ever happened.
Briar at four months is officially my favorite version of Briar. She’s blossomed into a tiny human with very distinct opinions about everything. There’s so much about her that catches John and me by surprise. As two painfully shy kids-turned-sometimes-still-shy adults, we were positive that Briar would be just like us. Ha! Not quite. She’s a social butterfly who will smile and laugh and cuddle with almost everyone. We also assumed that she would be a bit more on the, well, chubby? side of the baby spectrum. Again, not even close. She’s a peanut of a gal, weighing in at just under 13 pounds despite her voracious appetite. And then there’s the debate over who she resembles more. I see so much of John and he sees so much of me. But really, Briar is her own person with her own beautiful look and we could spend all of our days just marveling at her.
Briar is in perpetual motion. She’s a rolling, kicking, grabbing, gnawing machine who shows off her insane baby abs of steel in an attempt to sit herself up (seriously, how are babies so strong?!). She loves toys and books and pacifiers (which thankfully, she’s learned how to pop back into her mouth!). She is almost always smiling and babbling and John and I will do just about ANYTHING to get her to let out a belly laugh. Oh, how we live for those belly laughs.
Sleep continues to be a tricky subject. This past week, she began taking long mid-afternoon naps, so that’s been HUGE, but getting her to sleep through the night still feels like a distant dream (cheesy pun intended). Even though she fits in her bassinet, it’s becoming clear that she’s ready for her crib. The only problem is, I’m not ready for her to be in her crib. I love having her in our room and pulling her into bed when she wakes up in the middle of the night. But, I guess this is my first of many lessons in relinquishing control and letting Briar lead the way. Sigh.
These past four months have been the fastest, craziest, most fulfilling four months of my life. Briar is growing up so quickly, yet each stage is more fun than the last. And if I think four months is fun, I can only imagine how exciting five months and beyond will be!
That Briar. She’s my favorite.