Owen, you turned four months old yesterday. Look at you, cute as can be.
You are the most beautiful thing in the world. To me, that is not an exaggeration at all, just simply how it is.
At four months old you decided you'd better make it a momentous day so you rolled over for the first time. Your dad and I were putting dinner together and you were in the living room on your back. Daddy yelled, "He rolled over!" I couldn't figure out what he was talking about for a second until I saw you. You were crying because you didn't want to be on your tummy and you didn't seem to like your new trick. We shouted praises, turned you over and darn it, you flipped yourself over again and again immediately after that.
You have one cute dimple in your right cheek. I still am not totally certain if you only have one or if it's just that your cute little lopsided smile only shows one of them off. You have a great smile and if we get really fortunate someone can make you laugh.
You are pretty laid back. Except when I leave you in the Bumbo for too long taking pictures of you.
Also you have been drooling a lot lately and we are wondering if you are teething early.
Your brothers love you to the point of smothering and your dad can't get enough of you.
And this line here is where we will fill in your stats when we get home from the doctor's office on Monday.
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