4 Months and Counting...

Adelynn was 4 months this week. We got a great report at the doctor. She had gained 13 ounces in one week! At four months, you weighed 11 lbs. 11 ounces and were 25 inches long. Besides the fact that you are just a tall, skinny girl (who wouldn't want that problem, right?), you were just not getting enough calories. Now that we know this, I am nursing you every 2 hours and then supplementing a bottle at night to pack on a few more calories. I wish someone had to force me to eat. Unfortunately, eating is one of my favorite things! Adelynn, other than this little scare, you are the perfect baby. Everytime someone speaks to you, you flash the biggest grin. Sometimes you will smile, tuck your little chin under and look down pretending to be bashful. It is so cute and I love how sweet and innocent you look when you do this. You love playing in your exersaucer. Your face just lights up immediately when your big sister, Anna Grace, walks in the room. She loves to do ballet for you and you just smile and coo at her. She will sit on the couch with you in her lap and you guys will watch tv together. It is sweet to see the bigger girls constantly loving on you. When others want to hold you or talk to you, Ailee rushes in and makes sure they know, "that is our baby!"

Jon got to spend his Saturday repairing the ceiling in the kitchen where Ailee flooded the house last week. I was nursing Adelynn in the nursery and overheard Anna Grace talking with her Daddy. Anna Grace, you were standing in the middle of the kitchen looking up at your Daddy as he stood on the counters repainting the ceiling. You commented on what a great job he had done and then said, "Daddy, you fixed it. You can fix anything, can't you?...anything in the whole world!" I knew this probably made him feel wonderful and I thought it was so precious that you had such awesome faith in your Daddy. As I hurried in to see his face while you were saying this, I saw you standing there gazing up at him with such amazement. My mind quickly paralleled to the relationship between myself and my Heavenly Father. When I go to Him in prayer, do I have this type of faith...that He can fix anything in the whole world and that it is His world and in His control. Do I act as if I trust Him with my life or do I approach Him by asking..."do you think you might could, if you don't mind maybe could you, etc?" I love when my girls teach me something about my own actions. Thanks, Anna Grace, for reminding me that my Sweet Father can definitely be trusted with my world and that He enjoys "fixing" things when I bring them to Him in prayer.