Wow. You’re three months old today. Thirteen weeks.
It’s amazing how quickly you’re growing. This past Monday, you weighed in at 9 pounds 3 ounces. That was before you ate, so we figure you’ve gotten as high as 9 pounds 6 ounces, which is almost exactly twice your birth weight.
Unofficially, you’re just about 22 inches long, which means you’ve grown five inches.
And oh, my goodness, how you’ve changed in the past month. You make more eye contact now, although it’s still a little difficult for you to maintain it for long. You’ve continued to get stronger, and when you’re propped up with your head on a shoulder it’s not unusual for you to find a spot to push against with your feet and half-stand.
You’ve started to reach for things very deliberately. You’ve gone after a few toys, but you started (as far as I can tell) by trying to reach for my beard. You’ve also developed quite a grip; you’ve grabbed hair, shirts, the skin on our throats (ouch, little girl), and today one of your mother’s earrings. For the past few days, you’ve been very specifically trying to yank out some of my arm hair whenever I’m burping you. It’s adorable and painful. Fortunately for both of us, it’s more adorable than painful.
You’ve started to specifically dislike having a dirty diaper. In the past, you either didn’t notice or didn’t care, but now it’s cause for crying. Some people have suggested that this means potty training will be easier when it gets to be time to do that; your great-grandmother today commented that it meant you’d be a good housekeeper. (That’s something important to her; she once told us that “if heaven doesn’t have brooms, I ain’t going.”)
My favorite change, though, is that you’ve started smiling and laughing. You’ve always had facial expressions that could be smiles, but in the past month it’s been easy to tell that you’re trulysmiling. Your eyes crinkle slightly at the corners, your arms and legs start flapping back and forth with excitement, and you just beam at us. And the laughter… every tiny giggle makes me as happy as if I had found a million dollars. (In 2012, that’s still a lot of money. That is far, far more than Mommy and Daddy will earn over the course of ten years of working. Also, in 2012, gas costs us about $4.00 a gallon, which has everyone in a tizzy. So, either congratulations on not having to rely on fossil fuel by the time you read this, or neener neener, only $4.00, neener neener ha ha ha.)
Sometimes you still give us rough nights. Last night, you kept me up until 2 am before your mother came to my rescue. Tonight, you’ve actually been asleep for a couple hours already. We had a rough day — we took you to see Nanny and then to five different houses that we’re looking at. We’re planning to move into another house — one that will be better to raise you in.
…and you just squeaked. You’re waking up. I think I get to feed you now, which is usually fun for me.
This month, the advice I want to give you is this: trust yourself. Sometimes it will be easy to make a decision based on what other people want you to do, but if it doesn’t feel right for you, it probably isn’t. This doesn’t mean that you’re always right, but it means that you should listen to your gut before you listen to a lot of prattle from well-meaning people around you.
Sage… your mother and I love you so much. It’s astonishing how much. There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for you. I hope you grow up always knowing that you’re loved this much.
I’ll do the best I can to make sure that happens.