sleeping at sweet sixteen

Sixteen weeks, that is. Today she is three months and twenty-six days old. It's hard to imagine that she's about to hit that official four month mark already. Most of the time it feels like she was just born.

Right now, she's sleeping peacefully and noisily on a pillow next to me. She still has the raspy breath sounds she had at birth. Even though the pediatrician says it's fine, I still find myself listening closely to her to make sure she's not in some kind of distress.

It's been a big weekend for the bitty little bun baby. She spent it with both sets of grandparents, her big sister and two aunties, celebrating her and her big sister's baptism. Isla was amazing during the service, falling asleep in her daddy's arms during the service and then only wailing a tiny bit when the cold water hit her head. She went back to sleep not long afterwards.

She's starting to pull herself into a sitting position using just her abs. It's truly incredible to watch her body work. She's so very small and so very strong and so very fragile. The juxtaposition of her strength and frailty boggles my mind. I feel so thankful to be able to watch this, to watch her (and her sister) grow and change.