Elena is at a stage where she's an absolute joy right now. Most of her waking moments are spent smiling, feeding and happily looking around the room at different colors and patterns. She demands very little and other than turning onto her tummy and moving her arms and legs, she's pretty stationary. I don't have to worry about her getting into everything. I don't have to worry about her sticking small objects in her mouth because as yet, she can't get to them on her own. Instead, I simply get to lay her on her playmat and watch her smile at herself in the mirror while I type. Yes, that's what I'm doing right now.
She's got short, chunky legs that remind of of drumsticks. Her butt is cushy and fun to squeeze. Her tummy is surprisingly flat, but no less fun to kiss over and over and over again. She squeals and makes screechy, giggley noises when I kiss her tummy.
Next week, she will be five months old and I'll be officially reminded of how fast her babyhood is flying. But for now, I have this post to remind me of the lovely days of relative peace, of the simple joy of a contented baby who enjoys a little music, a little mirror and the wet pleasure of her right thumb.