My baby girl is going to be three months old next Thursday.
She is amazing. I know that I'm being redundant, but it's true.
She looks at me while she is nursing, and smiles at me with so much love and innocence. Milk spills from the corner of her mouth and she makes the most adorable noises.
Her cries sound like she's talking now- like she wants so badly to communicate, not just wail anymore. She coos, and sighs exasperatedly. She holds her head up, albeit shakily, and stares lovingly at lights and fans.
She makes the cutest turtle face when something catches her eye. She sucks sloppily on her hand. She breaths faster when she's impatient to eat, and smells like love and milk.
Oh, the smell. So intoxicating. Is it wrong to be addicted to your baby?
She sleeps with abandon, arms spread wide. She grunts and pulls her legs up to fart in the morning. Farting really cramps her style. She sleeps late and wakes up with a milk breath smile, tongue peeking through her lips.
Life.
It's good.
I'm trying so hard to capture it all. But it's too much!
She is almost 14 lbs now. She is sleeping 4-5 hour stretches at night, but she only wants to go to bed after 10:30, sometimes 11! This doesn't leave much QT with the hubs. Suggestions? She has hit every milestone right on the nose-but some, like supporting her weight on her legs and grabbing her toys, she's exceled at. She just started scooting by pushing her feet, and she is a tummy time pro.
Thats all for one handed updates':)
Did I mention how much I LOVE the way her breath smells?
Sunday, December 14, 2008
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