What a month. What a summer. Between garden harvesting and canning and keeping babies fed and happy and painting trim and working feverishly on our new shelving/cabinets (pictures to come at some point), this has been quite the breathless stretch of weeks.
And in the thick of it all, Pippin grows day by day. Happy 4 months, little one. The truest word for him these days really is a simple one. He’s sweet. He coos and he jabbers, he asks to be picked up (and is as persuasive as all get-out). He plays with his tongue non-stop now that his Teething Days have begun in earnest. He’s just discovered that he has feet, but he has no clue what to do with them yet. He still sleeps like a rock at night. He loves his big brother; though Tadhg’s ferocity in both loving and playing still startle him at times, he’s acclimating. Being sung to makes him smile and sometimes sing back. He’s on track to love books as much as his older brother (though his mama has to be more intentional about finding time to read to him; alas, times change fast...cue laughter from all the seasoned mothers). He’s figured out how to hold and chomp on toys. And he’s found his giggle; it’s not a common occurrence yet, but being tickled definitely helps.
We all love you, our little Peregrine.
(Phenomenal sweater compliments of my friend Jori. Stuffed peregrine falcon also compliments of my friend Jori.)
Mid-jabber.
That magnificent tongue.
Oh, how I love his cooing faces.
Peregrine's very own famed Grandma Johnson quilt (there's nothing like 'em).
The best hints of giggling I've caught on camera. He's done much more gurgly, chuckly ones, but not when I've got a camera handy.
Side note: Rundy and I have decided that our little boy--whom we love dearly--looks like both this guy and this one. [But we absolutely like him better than either of them.]
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