In the Face of Cuteness

What am I to do in the face of all this CUTENESS?!? We've hit the absolute best stage of babydom in my humble opinion. Those stages from about 3 -9 months are so much fun! They're not as fussy, not quite mobile, not into everything or wanting to be independent, LOVE to be held, super smiley, and they're just so stinkin' cute. So bear with me as I BROG (brag and blog at the same time). 

 Leah had her 4 month check-up this week. Here are her stats: 

Weight: 15 lbs. 1 oz. (72%-- and up 2 lbs. in 6 weeks)

Height: 25.75 in. (89%)

Head Circumference: 42 cm. (71%)

She also got the pass to begin solid foods, so today we exposed her to some sweet potatoes we had for dinner and our little butterball gobbled them up! Yum!  

 Isn't she the absolute sweetest baby?!?  She still loves to be in the thick of the action, only has eyes for mommy (don't tell Jon), and is slowly acclimating to the car, ie, she doesn't scream AS much. I finally started working this week (yea!) and the ladies at the gym fight over who gets to hold her first.

 We still can't figure out what color her eyes are going to be. Depending on the day and what she wears they're either blue, gray, or green, so the verdict is still out on that.

 She is starting to grab everything within reach, and during this particular photo shoot she was much more interested in grabbing her shoes than looking at me!

 And while she is all cuteness, I would just like to briefly mention for the record that she has incredible gas. She seriously has adult-sized toots, and unfortunately is frequently gassy. It's kind of hilarious because I wouldn't believe she was capable of producing such explosive gas but for the fact that I'm holding her when she does it! Just ask my dad. He was holding her when she was about 2 weeks old and we were out to dinner when she ripped this huge toot in her sleep that would have put a teenage boy to shame. And the madder she gets, the more she starts tooting up a storm. That's our Princess!

 Lucy is in heaven with this little baby. She is constantly covering her in kisses and is a good sport to hold her for me when I need to go to do something real quick (quick being the key word). And while Zach isn't as vocal about it, I know he loves her too, because during her most recent shots (she got 4, poor baby) he was about ready to tackle the nurse. If looks could kill... He was NOT happy with her hurting Baby Weah Gene. 

My three little guys! Am I the luckiest mom in the world, or what?