4's.

Four.

The number of months my beautiful girl has been stealing our hearts.

Her current diaper size. I'm going to repeat this for you: Brooke is wearing size 4 diapers! The same size her 21-month-old cousin wears. Seriously, child? Size 3's are supposed to go up to 28 lbs, which is all well and good if your child isn't Stretch Armstrong. They should put length on the package in addition to weight. Brooke is just too long for 3's; they don't cover enough up the back, causing far too many poo-splosions lately. So yeah, 4's. They don't make diapers bigger than a 7 (did you know they make 7's? Holy crap!) Before Brooke, I would have thought "Geez, if your child is big enough to need a size 7, they're clearly old enough to be potty-trained." I'm going to bite my tongue now.

The number of times we were up last night. Yikes, this lady is killin' me. If you've ever doubted the "4 month wakeful" myth, I assure you it's not a myth. I am up and down all night long. I try to give her a pacifier and get her to just go back to sleep, but that usually only soothes her for about an hour. She's just so darn hungry all the time! It's exhausting for both of us.

The number of bites it takes to get one spoonful of cereal in her mouth. Here's how it goes: insert spoon, wipe 3/4 of cereal off her chin when she spits it out, insert spoon, wipe 1/2 of that off her chin, insert spoon.... She's very hit-and-miss with the cereal these days; sometimes she gobbles it up, even trying to dive into the bowl, and other times (let's be honest, most of the time) she wants nothing to do with it. We'll keep trying - she's bound to get used to the texture eventually, right?

The number of days I've been in love with my brand new camera (a Mother's Day gift from Miss Brooke). Pictures should be ridiculously clearer on the blog from now on. (Have I mentioned how much I love this thing? L.O.V.E.)

Oh, and Brooke has something she'd like to say: