You are now three months old and quickly careening your way to four months. It has been on my to-do list to sit down and write this letter for the past three weeks but February has been a busy month…more on that later, let’s talk about your third month…
Your third month, the month of January, was quite possibly one of the best months on record for our family. Compared to the hustle and bustle of November and December, trying to keep up with your brothers’ school schedules and all the holiday preparations, January was a nice calm after the storm. Our family made some big life changes this month and I think we all benefited from it. Our mornings were lazy, sleeping in on a daily basis, and our afternoons were just the right mix of work and play. Because we were no longer constantly on the go and shuffling you from place to place you were finally able to settle into a nice routine; and if there is one thing you should know about your Mama it’s that I love routine! In the morning after waking you are typically up for an hour or two (that time seemed to grow over the course of the month) and then you go back to sleep for a nice solid stretch of 3 to 4 hours. This is when your Dad and I would tear through the house cleaning or trying to get “projects” done while your brothers played. You usually wake up around noon or 1 pm ready to eat and then spend the afternoon entertaining us. You nap sporadically in the afternoon but not typically for very long stretches. The very best part of this new routine, though? Bedtime!! A month ago I remember telling myself over and over that “this too shall pass” in regards to your nightly scream fests. But to be honest with you, I’m not quite sure I believed it. If I could I’d go back to the Mama from last month and give her a hug and assure her, it will pass. You have officially declared your bedtime to be 9 pm and I typically bring you into bed with me and read a book while you nurse and then dose off. The only thing that isn’t delightful about this is if we miss it. Ooooh Baby Girl, you are feisty when we miss your bedtime.
I think if you took a poll around our house it would be unanimous that our favorite thing about this month has been your smile and coos. Your brothers do not pass up a moment to sit in front of your bouncer, hold your hands, and make you talk to them. You and Hutton have a particularly strong bond at the moment. He likes to entertain you and knows how to calm you when I need to set you down for a moment to get something done. Equally as much as they love to hear you talk it breaks their hearts to hear you cry. When we are at home they call for me frantically when it appears that they can no longer settle you and when we are in the car they sing your name, Stel-la Be-a-trice, Stel-la Be-a-trice, until you calm down.
So, now it’s time to talk about the not so great moment of this month. My return to work. On February 1st I had to jump back into the working mom role, a role I would, quite frankly, love to leave in the dust. I tried hard not to allow myself to get caught up in the thought of returning, knowing it would do no good to focus too much on it and instead tried to enjoy every last second I had as an at-home mom. I think we all did pretty good and to be honest my return has gone about as smoothly as we could all ask for. What didn’t go quite as smoothly was my very first day back, which required me to be in Milwaukee and required you to take a bottle. Oh your poor Dad, you cried a lot that day wondering what the heck this thing was and where the heck was your milk already? You only drank 5 ounces the entire day but you made it through. Taking a bottle is something you still aren’t very good at and something we should probably practice a little more.
At three months I’m not quite sure how much you weigh, but I know you are growing nicely as you are really filling out your clothes. You were still wearing size 3 month clothes and size 1 diapers at the three month mark but it was apparent that those both needed to be moved up soon. You still have blue eyes (can you tell I’m not yet convinced they will stay blue?) and your hair is a mix of darker strands on top and strawberry blonde on the side. You warm up to the idea of baths more and more each time we put you in there. You like to be carried facing out so you can see everyone or facing in when you are tired so you can nuzzle your head into my neck. You loathe the car. LOATHE. I am hoping you will grow out of this soon but for now I dread having to take you just about anywhere. You have the chubbiest little cheeks and thighs and I just want to gobble you up on a daily basis. I thank the Lord daily that he sent you to be with us.
All my heart,