You are three months old today!
I love your pudgy tummy and leg rolls. Your cradle cap is gone and you have so much hair! I swear, each day, you get a brand new tuft of dark fur on your head. You’re eating your hands, especially your right hand. I’ve noticed you starting to keep your pointer finger and thumb in your mouth; will you be a thumb sucker? I’ve tried replacing it with little chew toys, getting you to hold them and placing a piece in your mouth, and you stare at me with confusion and return to your hand.
Speaking of confusion, you still refuse to take a pacifier or a bottle. I’ve tried a half-dozen bottle brands and just as many pacifiers, and you simply aren’t having it. As soon as it gets in your mouth, you wiggle it around for a moment, and then your brow furrows and you look at me as though I’ve betrayed you. We need to figure something out, little girl, because at some point, your mom will need to go back to work, and you’ll be mighty hungry if you refuse anything but the real thing.
Your personality is so funny. You have your mom’s expressive face. Whether you’re tired, sad, happy, confused, or doing your business, you have at least three different faces for it. You love watching the fan. Your eyes light up, you grin SO BIG, and your entire little body moves up and down. You also love to Facetime. You grin and flirt with Nana, Poppy, Aunt Casey, Uncle Andrew, and Nora. You are DRAWN to Masterchef. So much so that I’ve started asking you if you want to watch Uncle Gordon.
You’re sleeping like a champion, for the most part. Nothing consistent –anywhere from three to nine hours at a time — but you’re doing so well. It’s been a little hard to get you down lately; I think you’ve inherited your dad’s FOMO! You want to be up with us and not miss out. I gotta tell you, though, I’d be thrilled to get six straight hours of sleep a few days in a row. Each time you get up from sleeping, we sing the Good Morning song, and every time, you give us a huge gummy grin that melts my heart.
You let your momma sing Simon & Garfunkel to you every day. You smile when Louie licks your feet. You’re starting to babble and wiggle, and you want to be mobile so badly! It wouldn’t surprise me if you rolled over (and then took off running) in the next month.
I’m able to recognize your sleepy cry now. It’s one of my. prouder moments; finally figuring out your little cues. Your sleepy cry is wild and has a little dry hack in it. It’s your out-of-your-mind cry, and it breaks my heart for you.
Oh! Your first injury. I nicked the top of your finger while trimming your fingernails. I knew what happened immediately, and I watched your eyes grow large and horrified. I felt so awful. We both cried pretty hard for a solid five minutes.
You’ve gotten so tall, and you feel so grown up compared to the tiny baby we met three months ago. I can’t wait to see how much you change and learn in the next month!