Maeve is now four months old. With this comes cereal with a spoon. (I've also added applesauce and bananas so far...just couldn't stand to have her eating that bland stuff!) She's getting really good with the spoon and opening her little bird mouth. We think that teeth are coming soon because of all the constant drool and knawing. Moo has said a poem to her since the day she was born. The poem stemmed from her curly hair. It goes like this:
There was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
she was very, very good,
but when she was bad she was horrid!
Whe just didn't know how well this poem would depcit our little Maeve. She can be smiling the biggest smiles one minute and screaming the loudest screams the next. We've finally figured out that her screams are hungry screams. In the words of Cam, "When I want some more I want some more. Ok?" I guess she's falling in her brother's footsteps.
Give me more!
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