three is a magic number

Happy three months D$!!

So far I like 3 months. You are chock full of smiles and giggles. We play this game with your legs where you start out walking, walking, then bump up to jogging, and eventually end up RUNNING, RUNNING, RUNNING. You think it is pure hilarity. Before we even start moving your legs you have already dissolved into a fit of giggles.

You are still really kicky and wiggly, but your kicking has a bit more purpose these days. You seem to be laying the foundation for rolling over. You kick your feet up really high and throw them over to one side...you get a little lost after that though.

You aren't sleeping through the night, not even close really. Grrrrr. Mostly I don't really mind though because I actually kind of like our little middle of the night dates. You are all warm and you smell like sleep. You are much more asleep than awake. You are just awake enough to chow down your snack and then pass out cold again from the effort. I just sit there rocking you, breathing you in, and rubbing my face on your fuzzy head.

Very different than what my 3:00 am wake-ups use to look like, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Or maybe I have officially gone crazy from sleep deprivation.

clicky

everybody wants to rule the world

So a while ago you discovered your hands. It's really a funny thing to think about. I mean, your hands were there all along, but one day you just found them.

So now your hands are in constant motion. You scratch things, you wave them around, and you do this really funny thing where you clasp them together in front of your face and sort of wring them. Ummm, it sort of makes you look like an evil mastermind. Like you are plotting your world domination. I can practically hear the evil Mr. Smithers like voice in your head...."damn you woman, I want milk, now!"

I hope you will use your powers for good.