Three Months

Can't believe my baby is three months old already! He is such a joy. Just for the record, here's
"A Day in My Life" by Emmett G.:

3:00 A.M.: Wake up. I'm not sure what wakes me up. Sometimes I feel hungry, sometimes I want Mom to snuggle with me, sometimes I'm mysteriously flipped over onto my back. Anyway, Mom always comes to see me so that's great. I eat and fall right back to sleep.

5:30/6:00: Wake up again. See above.

8:30: This is when I usually like to start my day. Mom thinks the time I picked is great. I'm really smiley when she comes to get me and I love to talk (read: coo) to her about my dreams last night and how I slept. I talk a lot. I'm not really hungry at this time in the morning, probably because I've eaten all night. Maybe I should stop eating at night... naahh. At this time of the day I pretty much just like to sit in my bouncy seat or on my play mat and talk and pull at the toys hanging above me. Sometimes Mom makes me go out in the stroller with her and Jackson. I'll tolerate that for about 15-20 minutes, and then I get pretty ticked off.

10:00: I'm ready to sleep again. I'd like a cool, dark room and a crib, please. Otherwise, you're going to hear about it.

11:00: Done sleeping. One hour is enough for me. After eating, I like to sit on someone's lap and pull myself up to sitting. I love to sit up. I also like to stand up. I can hold my own weight for a decent amount of time. Of course, I have to hold on to someone's hands while doing this right now, but just wait... I'll be doing it on my own before you know it.

12:30 P.M.: See 10:00 A.M. Sometimes I only sleep for an hour again, and sometimes I like to trick Mom and sleep longer. It depends on my mood. I have learned to fall asleep without much fussing, though. Mom is really happy about that.

2:00: I usually like to wake up either at the beginning or right in the middle of my brother's nap. This way I get Mom all to myself. Sometimes she needs to do stuff so I'll play by myself for a little while, but other times she holds me and we play together. I reward her for playing with me by smiling and cooing a lot. I love her face. I love all faces, really.

4:00: From this point on, each day is different. Sometimes I get to go back to sleep in my cool, dark room and other times I have to be strapped into this terrible seat in the car. As if the seat wasn't bad enough, they make me sit backwards. Can you believe that? Don't worry, though, after about 20 minutes I make my complaints known. Luckily, by that time we're usually at a store or the park and I can ride in Mom's front carrier. I love that. If I haven't napped yet, I usually fall asleep in the car on the ride home.

7:00: My day is done. Being a baby is tough. I get a bath at this time, which is so fun. I like to arch my back and launch myself off of the bottom of the tub, thereby making a huge splash and soaking Mom and the floor. It's great. Mom feeds me after the bath and I go right to sleep. Sometimes I like to wake up an hour later just to see people again for a minute, but I don't do that all the time. It depends on my mood.

10:30: Either I wake up, or Mom wakes me up to eat. I love to eat. Have you seen my thunder thighs?

** Note: All times are approximate and subject to change. It depends on my mood.

Other fun facts about me:

* I pass gas like a grown man. It makes my mom crack up. She can hear it in the other room.
* I had a blocked tear duct when I was born that made my left eye all goopy all the time. It's cleared up now.
* I started giggling the other day. It makes me laugh when people look at me all serious-like and then break into a big smile all of a sudden. I love it.
* I can be mad as a wet hen about something, but as soon as my need is met and someone smiles at me, I will give them the biggest smile right back.
* I have the best trick for getting people to do what I want when I'm upset. I just stick my lower lip waaaayy out, make this great pouty face, and let out a squeaky little cry. It's so sad-looking that it has them running to me in no time.

Here are some pictures of me at three months:


By the way, the shirt I'm wearing is the same one that my brother wore on his first birthday. It's a little loose on me, but not much. Here's a picture of him: