Today you turn three months old. Already I am starting to miss my newborn, as you can no longer be considered that! Last time we checked, you weighed in at just over 15 pounds. You have gotten so tall that many of your pants and sleeves no longer fit and your ankles hang over your nursing pillow. We’ve even had to move the shoulder straps up to the next higher notch in your car seat.
You’ve also become much more social in the last month—something your dad and I are very excited about. You will follow us with your eyes as we move around the kitchen or room. Now you smile when you’re happy or we make funny faces. My favorite, though, is when you give me a big old grin as I come to lift you out of your crib. We think you’re lots more reactive, as well. You will startle and jump if we scare you on accident. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on our part, but your dad and I like to think that you’ve started to give us hugs. It’s nothing more you resting your arm on our shoulder, but it sure feels good.
You’ve gained lots more control over your hands. You can always wiggle them out of your swaddling and you have become a champion thumb sucker. We’ve stopped giving you the pacifier—it seems to cause more problems than it solves—but you’ve taken to sucking on your thumb any chance you get. You have discovered the television and seem to find the moving images fascinating. You will crane your neck around to stay focused on the screen and exhibit no interest in your bottle or in burping. That doesn’t mean that you never eat, though. You still chow down on the milk every three hours when your belly is empty.
You have definitely kept me on my toes when it comes to your sleeping habits, seeing as you like to change things up on a weekly basis. One week you decide that waking up at 3:30 in the morning is your style. The next, you’ll sleep through the night but decide you only need 45 minute cat naps during the day. We’ve been battling it out. I have many theories as to why you do what you do, but sometimes I wish you could just tell me what’s wrong! We put you to bed every night in your adorable sleep sack, so you stay warm and toasty. Now, I can usually count on you to sleep between 8-10 hours straight at night after your last feeding, but it’s a total guess what you will do during the day. I haven’t given up hope, though, that you’ll return to longer naps. Just today, it seems you’re doing better and I have an inkling that your witching hour fussiness is over.
You’ve had lots of firsts this month. You met your aunt Raquel and my friend Alyson came to visit. You’ve dressed up for your first Halloween, gone on your first road trip, ridden on your first boat and subway, watched your first parade, enjoyed your first Thanksgiving, and watched your first snowfall. Against my better judgment, your dad has given you your first tastes of ketchup, chocolate, and pickles—all good Rowley foods—but you don’t seem like any of them.
We certainly are glad that you came to join our family, for we love you lots and lots!
The Changer of Many Poopy Diapers,
Mom
