Three Months Old

My baby is three months old today. Three months. She has changed so much in such a short amount of time. Three months ago, she slept constantly, woke up every two hours to eat, and pooped at least five times a day. Now, she rarely sleeps, still eats every two hours, but can go five days without pooping. My, how things change.

All of her awake time is such a joy. Instead of being a lethargic little baby, she's this adorable, chunky, interactive little person. She smiles when I smile, and sometimes, just for the heck of it. She coos when I sing to her. She chews on her tongue. She looks at me when I walk in the room. She chatters cheerfully at the toys that hang above her bouncy chair. She reaches for colorful objects. She throws fits. She likes to rub her burp rag or blanket on her face while she's falling asleep. She snores. She sticks her tongue out and makes "pppt" sounds when I stick my tongue out and make "pppt" sounds. She stares at herself in the mirror. She stands when I hold her up. She belches like a man after she eats. She sucks on her chubby fist if she doesn't have her pacifier. She cries when she's startled. She becomes wide-eyed and very still when she hears music. She giggles.

She's a little person now.

She now weighs 13.7 pounds. For those of you keeping track, that's over 6 pounds in three months. She's is 24 and 3/4 inches tall. That puts her in the 70th percentile for weight, and the 83rd percentile for height. Baby clothes are much like grown-up clothes in the same way that size is often irrelevant. (And baby sizes are weird. There is "Newborn," "0-3 months," "3 months," "3-6 months," "6 months" and so on, and then weird ones like "0-9 months.") She still has a couple of "newborn" things that fit, but she wears mostly 0-3 and 3 month clothes. The 3-6 month things still seem a little baggy.

She's a pretty good little baby, even though she gets fussy sometimes. I don't know if she's having pre-teething pain, or tummy bubbles, or ear aches, or if her hemangioma is hurting her. So when she fusses, I hold her and rock her and bounce her and pat her bottom and talk softly to her. And sometimes it works, but sometimes she's so angry that all the soothing in the world doesn't cheer her up. Sometimes, she just likes to arch her back. But she is a content and happy baby more often than not. Even though she prefers being held, she enjoys her swing and her bouncy chair much of the time. I like being able to put her down and be productive once and a while, and I not feel like I'm completely abandoning her if she's happy.

She is such a joy. I love being her mama.









(Her "pppt" is really just in the first couple of seconds. She doesn't always perform for the camera.)