Well, we made it! We’ve rounded that corner from newborn we-have-no-idea-what’s-wrong-with-you stage to “Hey look, he’s smiling at us!” and “I’m pretty sure this cry means ____.” You are a very very very smiley baby. At just three months old, you’ve started to chuckle and it’s hilarious. You love to watch your brother do anything, and you love taking baths together. Simon adores you and we are always catching him talking to you sweetly when we’re not around, or telling you “It’s okay- your brother is here” when you are crying in the car. For some reason this month he started calling you Joe instead of George. Odd, but funny. It is very cool to watch you guys grow up. Simon asked if you can have bunk beds someday (he called the top bunk). I told him he may change his mind about sharing a bedroom when he gets older, but it’s definitely something we can talk about down the road.
You’ve been rolling over from front to back for about a week now, and you are scoot scoot scooting around on your back attempting to roll over to your front. I have a feeling you are going to be a lot happier when you’re moving and mobile. You’re starting to hold your head up a lot more, so we borrowed your cousin Brenden’s Bumbo seat to see what you thought. Just like anything else we set you in, you like it for a while and then want to change positions. We have so many different options of seating for you, it’s really ridiculous. But, you are usually pretty happy and contented so long as people are smiling at you and talking to you. You’re quite a charmer.
You still have reflux pretty bad, at times projectile vomiting everywhere and I just can’t figure out why… Sometimes it seems reflux related and other times it’s just a weird fluke that happens. I’m hoping that will all settle down once we can get some food into you. It seems like you puke the entire contents of your stomach RIGHT as we’re heading out the door in the morning for work. You don’t cry afterwards, you smile at us. It is so bizarre.
I strapped you in the BabyHawk carrier yesterday and today, and we bounced and walked around the neighborhood a bit. Just like the Bumbo, you’re okay with it for a while, then you’d prefer to sit in a different position. I’m going to try and capture pictures of me hauling you around in this thing, because you are growing so fast I know it’s a matter of time before you’re walking and talking and telling me what’s what. You’re already quite the talker, babbling and babbling like you have LOTS to say.
People always tell me “He looks just like Gabe!” OR “He looks just like Simon!” And I believe them when they say you look like your dad. There’s definitely no denying that. And there are some similarities between you and Simon, sure. But you really look different to me, and you should be. You are two different people and we love you both oh-so-much.
You’re still nursing a little throughout the night, and growing like a weed. You wake up quite a bit at night still, but that MAY be because you’re still in our room. You sleep either in the swing or the rocking cradle or SOMETIMES in my bed, depending on what you need at that moment and how deliriously tired I am. You are about to hit the weight limit on the swing, I’m sure of it, since the straps barely fit around you when I attempt to buckle you in. Since you still don’t take a pacifier, I am the pacifier, so it makes for difficult evenings to put you to sleep if I’m not around. On Thursday night we had to go to the ER because I was scared I had appendicitis (Nope!) and Lisa had to put you to sleep. I think you fought her for an hour while she rocked and rocked you and forced the pacifier in your mouth before you finally caved and fell asleep. I felt bad, but also wondered how much longer I’ll be the one that puts you to sleep every night? I know this time goes fast. A friend told me “Remember it goes by so fast” and she’s right. I shouldn’t wish it away. Soon you’ll be telling me I’m a meanie, just like your brother does on occasion.
We love you very much, and are having so much fun watching you grow up and become your own person. I love your smiles and talks and sometimes you’ll even sing with me, it’s very cute. Be patient with me if I seem a little exhausted, and I’ll try to be patient with you as we muddle through the first few years.
I love you so so much more than you’ll ever know. XOXOX