Sweet Baby Girl,
Last month, your dad put his foot down and declared that you were in desperate need of a haircut (he was right - the double mullet was quickly becoming an unflattering look for you). Now your hair is starting to grow back in all over (save for the persistent bald spot on the back of your head) and you look like a little fluff ball.
You still go to bed swaddled, even though I know you're getting a little old for it. It just seems to calm you down and make it easier for you to fall asleep, even though you wake up virtually every morning and from most naps with one or both arms out. It makes me happy that you're still my little burrito baby.
Speaking of sleep, we started sleep training just after you hit the four month mark. You began sleeping through the night at seven weeks old of your own accord (I know, I know, brag on, Janssen), but you suddenly became quite difficult to put down for naps or bed, with the time it took to get you to sleep abruptly shifting from about ten minutes to two hours. This was misery. So, despite my former reluctance, we started letting you cry and within about four days, you started going to bed in about three minutes flat. Oh, my life has improved because of this (even though it was so so so much more painful than I'd expected to listen to you cry. I really thought my heart would break in two). It thrilled me to watch you go easily to sleep in a new crib at all three grandparents' houses while we were on vacation.
Despite a few nights where you woke up in the middle of the night and didn't want to go back to sleep since you could see us from your crib, you were the most delightful baby when we went home for Christmas. It was so fun to see all your cousins love you and for your grandparents and aunts and uncles to have some time with you.
It's hard to believe that last Christmas, we were just starting to tell a few select people that you existed and we hadn't even heard your heartbeat yet. Oh, how a year changes everything. In this case, in the best possible way.