You are still a very fussy girl. You also like to spit-up on Mommy, Daddy, Lucy, the floor, and anything else you can reach. Our family will try to hold you and you will just cry and cry. Their feelings aren’t hurt. You have to be held a certain way – belly on my chest – to stay calm. You hate tummy-time and scream when we try it. You are very alert and hate it when the car stops moving. Stoplights are our enemy because you will start wailing as soon as the car stops.