I've said it before. Nothing is sweeter than a four month old. Young enough to be cuddly and rockable, old enough to giggle and play a bit. Little enough to marvel over every movement but sturdy enough to weather big-sisters' enthusiasm.
MaxiDaxi (Elle's latest pet name for her favorite little buddy) is a solid, happy, four-month-old sweetheart. He coos, he sings, and he rolls over when he's properly motivated.
In this way, he can very nearly get from his back to his front. He flips front to back only if he's left too long on tummy time and needs to tell us that he is d.o.n.e.
His latest round of vaccines were tough on him. But thanks to his swing, the moby wrap, and my left-bicep-of-steal we got him through the worst of it.