Gloria is consistently rolling over back-to-front now. It is, in fact, her absolute favorite thing to do. She gets herself into all manner of awkward situations by rolling at inopportune times. I've considered stapling her PJs to the mattress during nap time.
She is also laughing more frequently. Up until now she had only laughed for my friend, Michelle, and once for Michael. Now you can almost always get her to laugh by poking her in the abdomen. For some reason this is riotously funny, and she'll laugh for five minutes straight.
Unfortunately, she has the laugh of a tiny, deep-voiced Frenchman. Seriously, her laugh is deeper than the laughs of most full-grown men that I know.
It's amazing to watch her grow and learn. It happens so suddenly! Now she's like a real tiny human and it's beginning to dawn on me that I have a daughter. Previously it just felt like we added another pet to the household. But all of this new talent makes bedtime into a trying situation. Tonight I was lying next to her on the bed (she was in her sidecar crib). One minute her eyes are getting heavy and she's about to fall asleep, the next minute she gets her arms out of her swaddle, rolls over onto her stomach, turns her head to look at me, and starts laughing until she can't catch her breath.
She also has a wicked temper for a four-month-old. If she's lying down and can't reach a toy that she has her eye on she starts SCREAMING. I suppose being the daughter of an Italian and a redhead, a quick temper was inevitable.
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