4 months

This bright-eyed baby is four months old (and has been for a couple weeks).

Is she not the cutest?  Sigh.  

Those cheeks get kissed about a gazillion times a day.  Yep.  A gazillion.

Miss Brylen is growing and learning and we love it.  She still is quite petite.  I don't know how petite yet.  (With the chaos of moving she has not been to the doctor yet, but based on other babies her age, she looks skinny and tall.)

Here's a few things she's learned in the last month.

How to suck on her bottom lip.

If she's not sucking on her bottom lip, then she is most certainly chewing on one of her fingers.  I don't know, we may see some starts of teeth here soon....

And if she's not chewing on one, she's chewing on two (or quite possibly her entire hand).

While tummy time is not her favorite thing, she did manage to roll over twice the other day (but has not done it since).

She has figured out how to giggle.  It's heaven I tell ya, pure heaven.  As of late, Peek-a-boo seems to be the cause of quite a few giggles.

And she still is one of the smiliest babies I have ever met.  Here's a couple pictures to prove it.

Yes, that mohawk is still around.  We thought it was getting long enough to where it would just lay down, but it's still wants to stick straight up.  

Most of the time we like to curl it since her hair has natural curl.  This picture is really for my sister, Sarah.  Her hair was EXACTLY like this when she was a baby.  What do ya think, Sar?

One more picture for good measure.  Alayna wanted to share her hat with Brylen.  And Brylen didn't seem to mind.

41

After 41 days of living out of a suitcase, we are here in our new home, unpacking.

Yep.  We're here in Rock Springs ready to rock and roll.  Or, more like ready to be done unpacking.

I feel like it has taken so much longer this time.  

It could be because we have been traveling fools since making our trek from Arizona. 

Or it also could be taking longer because we have had sick kids for the last week.  A throwing up child plus a baby who gets up to eat in the middle of the night equals little sleep for parents.  

Nonetheless, we are making progress.  I can see a light at the end of the tunnel.  

Then it will be Dan's favorite part (enter the sarcasm), the decorating.  What is it about hanging decorations that makes every man want to run in the other direction?