Little Girl turned 4 months old last week. Some days, it seems as if it’s going so fast, that I can’t catch my breath. On one hand, I’m so glad that newborn hell is over. On the other hand, I would give anything to have those first days back. That tiny sweet smelling squeaky little infant. But it’s getting to be easier, and I feel as if I’m very slowly gaining my sanity back.
Little Girl, is such a happy kid. It’s such a refreshing change from the Mini’s high intensity personality. It’s easy to rattle his cage and he’s not so quick to calm down from any event that does such a thing. LG on the other hand, well, her brother accidentally kicked her (not hard, mind you) in the head the other day, as a result of not watching where he was going. She screamed for two seconds, but the minute I picked her up, it was as if it never happened. The only time she cries is when she’s tired and it happens in one swift moment. She goes from being this happy bubbly baby, to screaming and crying in such a pathetic fit, and there’s no recovery. You can’t put her down, and there’s no other person on the planet that can console her other than me when she’s like this. Most of the time, I’m OK with this, selfishly, but I won’t lie, like anything else, it can be exhausting. In most cases, she’ll give up a smile for anyone, and getting her to laugh is easy. I had to work for it with the Mini and I mean work.for.it.
She seems so much more… fine motor than he was at this age. She’s able to roll with ease onto her belly, but rolling to her back is giving her more trouble and it pisses her off. She screams belligerently to be rescued four thousand times a day, and once she gets angry, forget it. You wouldn’t like her when she’s angry.
She sleeps very well at night, for the most part. It’s not perfect. I don’t think it’ll be perfect for awhile, but I get a good chunk of sleep and can get her to go back to sleep easily if I put her in bed with us, which I have no problem doing anymore.
I try really hard not to compare the two of them, and when people ask me who was the more difficult child, I tell them that they’re both difficult in different ways. I think all children are difficult in some way, otherwise, everyone would want to have a billion of them, not just the Duggars.