4 months.

Today you are four months old. People are always trying to tell me that you look like Claire or Everett. They try to find the pieces of them in your face. But you, little sister, are your own girl. You belly laugh. Mostly at those two big kids who adore you. You are the easiest baby. You nap easily, sleep through the night and are at the stage where everything is still a big thrill. Stroller? Yes, please! Ergo pack? Okay! Suck on your finger? Why not?

I wonder what it must be like to be the third baby in this house. There is always someone smiling at you, writing songs about you, calling you "my baby." All of this doesn't phase you. Four months in, two kids still feels like my "sweet spot." I can do 2 kids easily now. But I can't imagine me without you, Hunca Munca.

I had no idea when we were naming you how perfect your name would fit.
Ingrid Ruth: Hero's daughter, friend.

I love you, Sweetpea.
Love,
Mama