As of Saturday, Etta is 18 weeks old. She is still a rolling machine. I have been trying to nurse her less in the middle of the night and she seems to be getting the idea that she does not need to wake up every two hours to eat. Etta is generally a very content baby unless you are ignoring her. She also has a pretty bad case of stranger danger already and cries if anyone other than Jon or I are holding her. Nights have definitely been better this week and we are hoping it isn't a fluke. Etta is wearing 6M and 9M clothing and is growing like a weed. She was dedicated at church this week and even though she gives us a run for our money we are so glad she is ours.