3 months

Whoa there. I can't keep up. You're three months already and I don't think I took any pictures of you what so ever since your last post a month ago. So I tried to make up for it today (four days after) by taking a bazillion. You don't seem to find my camera very amusing though, so it was really hard to get a shot where you didn't look bored. You would only turn on the charm when I moved the camera away from my face. Or maybe you just prefer my hair down instead of in a bun like the rest of the kids. They've been trying to make that point clear to me for a while.

Don't feel bad, it's not just you. I'm not ignoring you really, not very much. I have so much going on between trying to pry my eyes open in the morning, fixing meals, cleaning the kitchen, fighting a losing battle with your siblings to clean up their toys (by the way -you will not have any toys; toys were invented by the devil), nursing you, changing diapers, wiping butts, putting people to bed, potty break, take my twenty minute walk, more fixing food, more cleaning up, more nursing, diapers, etc. etc. THAT, I totally forgot my friend’s birthday in April and just realized it like a week ago. Just in order to snap some pictures of you today, I had to ignore Sofia calling out for help on the toilet and Marcelo, inevitably doing something boy-like, throwing an empty toilet paper roll in the toilet. I think that happened before Sofia went to the bathroom so I called daddy in for an assist. I feel it's kind of like karma for him. Look, he needs to pay back the universe for all the badness he did as a boy. But hey, look at what a scrumptiously beautiful shot I got of you up there! It was worth it.

Speaking of which, what is up with this generic and beautiful baby face with crystalline blue eyes and ridiculously long fake eyelashes model-look you have going on? You look like you should be in one of those parenting magazines. And why am I not making any money yet? No, seriously, those eyes require a double-take sometimes and no one can miss the eyelashes. It's the first thing people comment about you --right after they look at me and then question me about your blue eyes, like I stole them from some other baby or something. Why do people think a brown-eyed parent can't have a blue-eyed baby? Seriously, is that the only part in genetics anyone was paying attention in? We don't know if your eyes are going to stay blue anyway. And just for the record, I think your hair is going to turn auburn red and you're going to look like a leprechaun. The cutest leprechaun in the world.

In fact, I just recently came to the conclusion that instead of looking nothing like me, you actually might look exactly like me. Like me as a baby that is (in honor of which, I've given all your photos a bit of the 70's effect). Now, I only have exactly one photograph of me as a baby, and I can't even find it now, but I swear I may look just like you do now at three months.
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Now for the mundane, but still interesting to me, everyday stuff concerning bodily functions and other signs of development.

You have settled into a nice routine of sleep, feed, awake time, and sleep again. You don't require as much pleading to fall asleep and many times I can leave you to it on your own. As long as you are bundled up in your little flannel blanket, and I don't know how much longer I'll be able to do it -usually three months is the max, you feel warm and secure and drift off to sleep with your binky.

Taking pictures of eyelashes is not as easy as I thought

My hormone changes are causing my hair to fall out by the bucket full’s and I think are making your hair fall out a bit more too. You've changed your hairstyle from last month’s rooster top to more of a claw, but no majorly embarrassing bald spots at all. The hormone stuff is also drying up my milk, so I've been supplementing you with formula here and there usually just 2-4 oz a day. Now, I'm not sure if it's the formula or my wonderfully healthy diet that has made you a bit constipated sometimes. This makes for some frightenly loud and explosive fart bombs that really give us quite a scare at night when we're trying to watch TV. Really not appreciating that.

Sorry, I didn't have time to clean the toe jam

You still sleep in the moses basket on our bed with us over night. You've been waking around 4:30 - 5:30 am to feed. Getting better, but you need to make it a bit longer so we can put you to sleep in your own room. I'm aiming for four months probably.

This past month has been about controlling the movement of your arms and trying to bring your fists up to your mouth. Sucking the thumb is rarely successful, although you did manage to get a pinky in there one day. You also like to produce little bubbles and drool down your chin.



I can tell you've gained a bit more weight. You look like you have a healthy amount of chunk on but I don't think you are as chubby as Marcelo at this age, and nowhere near Sofia, the chunk-master. You still remind me more of Sofia then Marcelo as babies.