You are now three months old, and I had to bribe you to keep that headband on. It's like your hands still sometimes have a mind of their own and punch you in the face or pull things off your head or out of your mouth. I really hope that goes away or middle school is going to be really rough.
Right now you are playing on your activity mat just laughing and talking to this little monkey hanging down. I think he is currently your best friend, and I wish I could understand the long conversations you have with him, although they are mostly one-sided. You also have your paci, a blanket, and a toy all clutched to your chest in a choke hold. As soon as you learned how to hold on to things, you started toy hoarding. You can relax, Daisy has no interest in your spit up covered toys. I promise.
At the beginning of your third month, we moved to a new apartment in a new neighborhood, and at first, I thought you hated it. You slept awful the first few nights and screamed during the day anytime I tried to unpack a box. I guess you missed the constant Lady Gaga and Katy Perry music or Drag Queen Bingo Mondays of our old place. Then, you started to warm up to it a bit. We started taking long morning walks to the park and had play dates with your friend Connor. You grew to love the trees and birds outside of the front windows and we still spend time everyday looking out at them with Daisy. The best part of our move, Aunt Ses and Uncle Bri Bri live just across the alley from us. Unfortunately, their new apartment seems to bring out the worst in you, but I'm sure you'll adjust.
The most amazing part of this month has been watching your growing relationship with Daddy. Anytime he comes into the room, you smile and giggle like he is your most favorite thing in the world. You hold two sided conversations together (a step up from monkey) which consist mostly of goooooos and ahhhhhhhs. At night, he gives you a bottle and puts you to bed never forgetting to read you a story (your favorite is Goodnight Stinkypants) or to say your prayers. Sometimes I creep into our bedroom and turn on the monitor so I can hear him talking to you.
There are still things that we probably do wrong. Last week because I am absolutely petrified of using the nail clippers on you, I bit your nails while you were sleeping. Gross, I know, but at this point in our relationship, very necessary. During a visit to see Grandma and Grandpa H, I had you stay up way past your nap and bedtime so that you could see everyone, and you responded by throwing a fit for a few hours. Lesson learned! You have a bald spot on the back of your head that we try to cover up with hats as much as possible, and I can't figure out a way to make you enjoy tummy time. For every possible mistake though, there are the triumphs, like going shopping for the first time with you facing forward in your Baby Bjorn. You cooed and smiled at everyone that passed you, and laughed at yourself in the huge mirrors. At your first street festival, in the middle of the crowds and loud music, you snuggled up and took a long nap, and at Connor's first birthday party, you spit up on command when someone touched the flower on your shirt.
Ok, that last one might not have been a triumph, but it was hilarious, and we laugh with you so much every single day. Your fourth month will probably bring even more amazing changes in you, and your IQ is going to skyrocket because I'm reading to you out of my US History textbook during story time. Maybe you can take my midterm for me?
xoxo
Momma
