Watch me grow... three months

Oh, my sweet little monster. Is it possible that you are already 3 months old?

The last 90 days seem to have passed in the blink of an eye... and yet sometimes I look at you and you seem older than the measure of these days. You are chunky, that we have established. You are already heavier than your brother ever was (although you had a 3lb head start at birth)! You have reached milestones that we only hoped for with Noah and that is a joy like no other.

Your personality shines through more and more every day... you are quick to smile and quick to cry. In fact, sometimes you do both at the same time. You love your exersaucer but hate your bumbo. The TV captures your attention regardless of what is on and you often stare at the ceiling fan with such intensity it is as if you are trying to will it to start spinning on its own.

You go to bed between 8 and 9 pm... you like to watch your fishies while you are falling asleep and often complain if they go dark before you have drifted off. You started sleeping unswaddled a few weeks ago (your dad tried this while I was gone... he likes to experiment) and this allows you to put your arms up over your head or straight out to the sides. You don't like napping in your crib during the day but will sleep forever in your swing. You like to snuggle in the mornings and I am happy as a clam to oblige!

Your stomach is your worst enemy... you love your bottle but it often doesn't love you back. Let's just say that I do lots of laundry. LOTS of laundry. Sometimes your spit-up gently leaks out of your mouth. Other times it is what your dad calls a "shooter". Either way, we keep bibs and burp clothes at the ready. And I always have to make sure I scrub under all your chins to make sure you don't get too cheesy. Your tummy troubles often make you fussy and we are trying to find a way to make you feel better. When you get really fussy, you like it when your dad holds you with your back against his chest.

You are growing so fast your clothes always seem a little small. I can barely carry you in your car seat and we have already been talking about having to buy a new one because you seem a little squished in the one you inherited from your brother.

You are always moving... legs, arms, hands, head. You've recently discovered that your hands are pretty useful and use them to grab on to toys, your bibs, your paci, my hair, etc. You have even realized that you can use one hand to grab on to the other!

I love every minute I get to spend with you. Ok, maybe not the minutes when you are screaming in my ear or waking me up at 4am. But even then you are ridiculously cute. You sometimes remind me so much of your brother it makes my heart hurt. You are the light of my life and I am trying not to squeeze you too tight.