This past weekend started out pretty rough with a trip to the doctor for my four-month checkup and immunizations. The good news is that I weigh exactly 10 pounds more than I did at birth (15 lbs 15 oz), and I'm right around the 50th percentile in weight and length for my age. Mommy says it's sometimes good to be average. The bad news is I had to get four separate shots. OUCH! Thank goodness for Baby Tylenol.
Despite the traumatic start to my day I enjoyed the car ride to Bear Lake and Evanston and on to the Greens' cozy new Cabin in the Uintah Mountains. Joel and Kathy and Braden Green were great hosts and I did lots of really exciting stuff! Mommy and I got to ride to the cabin with Alan (and Braden and Reagan) in a noisy and bumpy but toasty-warm 1960s-era snowcat. Joel and Kathy and Brandon brought all of our food and gear up to the cabin with snowmobiles. I even got to ride a snowmobile to and from Alan and Angela's cabin on Saturday night. The adults enjoyed a gourmet dinner and when I wasn't crying I played with Braden and my cute new 3-year-old girlfriend Reagan. I had my ups and downs all weekend but for the most part we all had a really nice time. It snowed gently on and off, and the view of the trees and mountains framed by the big cabin windows was beautiful. Thanks again, Greenies!
Meet my newest friends Chris and Kim! They came up from SLC to visit for the weekend. We had big plans to go to Beaver Mountain for Last Day, but nasty weather on Saturday morning kept us home. We still had a super time. The adults played cards and I got lots of kisses from Wylie and snuggles from my new pals.
March 25 was my Grandma Debby's birthday and we took her out to a Mongolian Barbecue in Ogden to celebrate. Turns out everyone there loved me and my silly parents took full advantage of that to pimp me out for free egg rolls! Geez, what are they going to try use me to get next?! Those egg rolls better have been darn good! 
Grandpa Dale and Grandma Cheryl came to see me on Sunday. It's a good thing they did because mommy thought the motorcycle jammies that Grandpa gave me for Christmas were still way too big, but she decided to dress me in them anyway and they turned out to fit just right. I look like a super hero!
I've grown so much! At four months old I weigh a hefty 15 pounds and I can do so many wonderful things. My hands are amazing tools. I've sort of got control of them and can grab things if I concentrate hard enough. Sometimes I suck on them and sometimes I just hold them in front of my face and stare at them in wonder. I'm a pro at tummy time and I'm getting better at rolling over. I have a strong neck but I prefer to lean to the right (to the horror of my parents who are really hoping I'll lean more to the left as time goes on). My new favorite thing is to make a gurgley humming noise like a mortorcycle. I also like to scream and squeal just to hear myself. Then again, doesn't everyone?
