Almost 4 months old

Alita learned to laugh last week. So far she has found the following things hilarious: discussion of computer viruses by Erik, endless repetition of "who's wearing jammies?" in annoying baby accent while clapping her footie-clad feet together, and her grandma Dianna's face. We're pretty sure that last one is meant as a compliment. She has her 4-month checkup tomorrow, at which time we'll learn how well she's growing (spoiler alert: like a weed), how many milestones she has met (babbling & cooing- check. Shoving her whole fist in her mouth to suck her fingers,-check. Drooling enough to drown a small coastal town- check), and how many she has yet to meet (learning to roll over is tough when you tolerate just 30 seconds of tummy time in any 3-hour period). She met her Aunt Anne this past weekend, as well as Reverend Luopa, who married her parents. She has been on her best behavior during these busy days, until her nightly Yelling Time, about which she is fairly punctual- fussiness appears to be mandatory for about 30-60 minutes sometime between 6 and 8pm. Her work then done for the day, she can go to sleep. It's important to go to bed early, because she has to be up sometime between12 and 2 and again between 4 and 6- it's a tight schedule.