Little man, you are three months old now, and I can hardly believe we’ve known you for that long. At the same time, I can’t remember what life was like before you. I have an album full of photographs of you and every one looks like it could be a different person, you change so quickly. I try to picture you on your first birthday and I find it impossible. I started writing this about a week ago, trying to decide what to tell you about this month, and I have had to rewrite it several times in just one week to take into account all of the changes that happen from one day to the next.
This month your father and I tried to resume (somewhat) our former lives. Our BL (Before Liam) lives. We spent a day shopping in London, and went out to a restaurant to eat. We spent a few days camping at the Cook family trailer. We went swimming at Cory and Megan’s house… all with you in tow. And for the most part, all of these activities went smoothly. We move at a slower pace these days, but there’s something to be said for slowing down – it lets us appreciate all the little things along the way. Seeing things, even everyday things, from your perspective makes them interesting for us all over again.
You still hate anything having to do with tummy time, and now I’m starting to get a little worried about it. You should be propping yourself up on your elbows and soon rolling over, but you refuse to even try. You lie in a puddle on the floor and sob at the indignity of it all. You have been holding your head up when you’re upright for a while now, so I know you have the neck and shoulder strength to be able to do this… are you just being stubborn? And which side of the family did that trait come from? Your hands are your favourite playthings these days. You are always either fingering one hand with the other, or stuffing both into your mouth. You have also discovered your feet, and they come in especially handy in the bathtub, where they are excellent tidal wave-creators. I have to remember to change my clothes prior to bathing you since I know I am going to get soaked. You drool like a fiend and constantly suck on the shoulder of whoever is holding you. We are used to it now, but our guests are not… And now you are putting that drool to good use and blowing raspberries at whoever walks by, hoping to engage them. Chad is loving this first real interactive game with you.
This month we found you watching the TV for the first time. Wimbledon, in particular, caught your attention (and Chad was thrilled at the prospect of having a tennis prodigy on his hands!) We tried to hook you on Baby Einstein videos instead, with no luck. I caught your dad watching “Be Cool” with you one night, and you seemed to be enjoying it – aren’t you still a little young for John Travolta movies?? Along the same TV vein, once we saw that you were focusing on that screen, we started to turn on your crib attachment. You love the lights and music, but rather than soothing you to sleep, it just seems to rev you up. And when the show ends boy, are you upset. Seeing how much you like it, I ran out and bought you a mobile for your crib, so that when you wake up from naps there is something there for you to look at. You smile at that thing like crazy. About the only thing you like better these days is the ceiling fan in our bedroom – you get more entertainment value out of that than from the crib attachment and mobile combined. We should have saved our money and just swapped bedrooms with you.
I love the way you sleep in your crib with your arms flung up over your head in a gesture of surrender. And how, by contrast, when we bring you into bed with us, you sleep with your arms pinned to your sides, ramrod straight, as if you’re afraid of taking up too much space. You have whittled your night waking down to just one or two 20-minute sessions, and you entertain yourself in your crib when you wake up so that I can sleep in til 7 a.m. You’ve come a long way! You nap pretty consistently three times a day at 9 a.m., 1 p.m. and 4 p.m. When we structure our days around these naps, you are a happy little guy. When we don’t… we often pay for it the following day. It seems that you like routine… I think you get that from me. I can see more of myself in you every day. Yes, you are still the spitting image of your father, most of the time. But when you smile, it’s a curvy little grin… the Grinch smile, as Chad would put it… and that’s all mine.
At three months old, you weigh 14 pounds 12 ounces and are 25 inches long. You are truly a little person now, one who is aware of the world around him and who has definite likes and dislikes. Your personality is emerging. We can’t wait to see what comes next.
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