Right now, at three months, you are:
All smiles. Smiling is definitely your favorite. Except when it’s not, which is really only when you’re squawking at me to let me know that yes, you are still hungry, even though you just ate half an hour ago.
Sleeping like a champ. Typically you doze in the bouncer until we go to bed at 10 p.m., and then you reliably sleep until 3 or 4 a.m. A few times you’ve even made it til 5 or 6, and one night you slept from 10 until 8. Not a typo. I kept checking on you to make sure you were still breathing.
Eating on a pretty regular schedule. You tend to load up in the evenings and eat more frequently, no surprise there, but during the day I can very nearly set my watch by you. Every two hours you are HUNGRY. I am totally fine with this, since your sister was so much more erratic in this than you are. It was difficult to go anywhere with her because it felt like she was always eating. Always always always. But with you, as long as I feed you right before we go somewhere, I can say with 95% certainty that you’ll be fine for the next two hours. I can’t tell you how much easier that makes my life.
Spitting up frequently and with great gusto. Babies are awesome, and you’re especially awesome, but this stage of babyhood is most definitely not awesome. I’m not a fan of having to change your outfit AND mine three times a day, at least, because you’re unleashed a torrent of warm spitup all over my shoulder and down your front. Or of burping you, putting you down, and turning to Natalie, only to hear that tell-tale wet BLECH noise from behind me. SO FUN.
Transitioning out of the swaddle. Most likely. You’ve been securely burrito-ed at night your whole life and you’ve only broken out of the swaddle once when I did a crappy job wrapping you up. But you’ve recently started sucking your thumb, and I think you’re starting to want access to that hand in your sleep. Early this morning after you nursed, I put you back in the pack ‘n play and started to burrito you. That thumb popped right into your mouth and it was not going anywhere. So I shrugged and said, “Fine, keep it,” and swaddled you with one arm out. You then slept for another five hours with no problems, even when you lost your thumb, so I think we’re going to try that from now on and see how it goes.
A baby on the go. I know I really should start getting you on a more regular nap schedule/having you actually nap in a consistent location at home…but…man, that’s really gonna clip my wings. It’s just too easy to take you out and about. You sleep in the car, you sleep in the wrap, and if you do wake up while I’m wearing you, you just rest your head against my chest and solemnly watch the world go by. People are often startled when I turn around and they realize I have a baby strapped to me — you’re so quiet, they don’t even know you’re there.