The Reach

Dagny's little arm is outstretched reaching for everything. It's my favorite thing she does. It's a gentle reach and usually a gentle touch on what ever she gets. If I lean in closely to her face, her arms come up and reach for my cheeks. She'll hold my face and babble to me. If she's tired and resting on our shoulders, her arm is reaching in the air. Around the changing table it's the birdie garland she's reaching for. Her other favorites are our coffee mugs and wine glasses. As wiggly of a baby she is, her reach is calm and curious. 

Four months with this cutie pie has flown by. She's a roly poly. When she's happy, she smiles so big I feel like her face could break. She refuses to think I'm funny and is very serious when she's talking. She's curious about everything around her, still loves eye contact the most, and is a proud baby when she's standing. I love finding all of her animals soaked in her bed, but her polka dot giraffe is her favorite to chew on. I's absolutely mind blowing how fast time is slipping through my fingers. I love her and everything she has brought to our lives.