Lola is 4 freaking months. 1/3 of a year. She's rolling over, she slept through the night last night, she can take her pacifier out of her mouth and put it back in, she smiles like crazy, and is turning into quite the flirt. That's all I can ask for. She has exceeded all expectations. Well done good child.
Baby blog? Guilty indeed. She's really the only interesting part of my life these days so if it's way boring to you, then I completely don't blame you. But she might.