Today I am 4 months old. I'm 62 cm and 6 kg.
Up to today....Amma said I've had 4 injections, and I only cried very briefly each time I was injected ( beaming proudly).
Amma said that when I smile, it's a shy smile, and she said I smile a lot. So I guess I must be a pretty shy baby, yes?
I've been trying to turn on my stomach since the 7th of December, and on the 27th of December, I successfully truned around and landed on my stomach. That was 20 days of severe hard work, motor coordination and extended use of my imagination. Nobody tells us what to do, do they? **sigh**
And then came the moving forward part. At first, I was not sure what Appa and Amma were yelling about, telling me, "Come Eshvarhen, come, come....."....and the whole time I was thinking to myself, come where??? You're all here right?
I became a little alarmed when Annai joined in the coaxing, putting my pacifier on the floor and asking me to come and get it. And then it struck me.....to get the pacifier (or anything else to stuff into my mouth), I needed to grab it first. And so came another 20 days of severe hard work and imagination, and then on the third month and second week of my life, I inched forward! Hurrah!!!!!
