Three months doesn’t really seem that long. And yet life before you feels like a lifetime ago. The time between month 2 and month 3 moved so very slowly. There were napless days and waking every 2 hours and evenings where the fussiness seemed like it would never end and if I had a dollar for every person who said, “when you get to three months it will get better” I could buy the wine that I needed to survive this last month.
But for every fussy day there was a smile, a giggle, a sweet coo that I swear sounded like you were saying “hi”. You can now grasp a rattle, hold your head up and you love the music that your swing or your mobile plays. You are a tough little thing and I have yet to find a swaddle that you can’t break out of, even though you only sleep when you are swaddled.
You have the sweetest smile and you smile more every day. And even when it’s 2 am and I am desperate to get back to bed I can’t help but return that sweet smile that you give.
You love picking out your clothes. I know it seems silly, how can a 3 month old like picking out clothes, but you love when I hold your outfits up for you to see and say which one? You smile and point your hand to the one you like. You enjoy being dressed up and smiled through almost all of your christening this past weekend. You cried when it was time to take your dress off.
You hate tummy time and naps and when your brothers toys startle you. You love music, being talked to and sitting up and checking out the world around you. You are approximately 10lb, 11oz and so much more alert and aware than you were a month ago. I can put you down for more than 10 minutes without fussing and Daddy has started putting Sesame Street on for you, which usually buys me a few more minute.
These past 3 months have been incredible and I can’t wait for everything that this next month brings.