Three months, already?! At the rate things are going I’m going to be sending this kid off to college any day now.
Height: Around 24.5 inches (up from 21.75 inches last month.)
Weight: Around 11.5 pounds, I think (up from 10 pounds and 15 ounces last month.)
Likes: Singing. You can sing anything, and he loves it. The other day I just sang the word “poop” over and over again to the tune of Jingle Bells. He also (mostly) looooves to lay on his changing pad, and kick, stretch, and kick. Oh, and he’s totally ticklish.
Dislikes: Honestly, not much. But if something does get under Little Man’s skin, he has the saddest sad-face that has ever sad-faced. I’ve never seen a bottom lip pout so severely in all my life. It is simultaneously heartbreaking and hilarious.
Sleep: This baby loves to sleep almost as much as he loves to eat. I’m trying not to jinx us, but Gus has been sleeping through the night, anywhere from 7-9 hours, pretty consistently. He’s still in our room, and he still naps on me during the day, so we’re trying to transition him to his crib. And by “trying,” I mean we’ve talked a lot about it but haven’t officially attempted it at all. It seems hard, and stressful, and he’s cute and I don’t really need full use of my arms all day long.
Eating: Sleeping for nine hours really works up your appetite, because this baby wakes up ready. to. eat. He eats every 1.5 – 2 hours during the day, and tanks up in the evening before bed.
Clothes: Still wearing his 3-month clothes, although some of them are getting too short, and some are still too long (weird, right?). We spend most of our days in sleep n’ plays, since they’re easy to change, and I don’t have to deal with a ton of snaps, multiple items, or socks falling off all day. Basically they’re the baby equivalent of yoga pants — so we match. Oh, and thanks to constant drooling, all his outfits are now capped off with a bib.
New Tricks: I put this baby to bed one night last week, and he made two sounds: cooing and crying. The next day, he had like eight new distinct sounds in his repertoire. Giggles, chuckles, laughing, screams, squeels, shouts and gasps. He has finally noticed that the dogs exist, and he thinks their wagging tales are hilarious. While they sniff around his baby gym, he’ll follow them with his eyes and smile at them. Speaking of his baby gym, he’ll actually lay there and play with things for around 30 minutes (as opposed to the reluctant 5 we used to get). And he is thiiiiiiisssss close to rolling over from his back to his tummy.
Nicknames: Captain Spitbubbles, Squirmels, Drool Face, the Drool Machine
Mommy & Daddy: Things are sort of settling into a routine for us at this point. Gus is usually up between 8-9 every day, and we’re all in bed for the night around 11:30. In between that is a lot of eating, TV (for me, at least), and playtime, while Mike brings home the bacon. Our house is a mess, since the baby is made out of Velcro — thankfully he’ll hang out in his bouncy chair as long as he’s in a good mood, so I can usually cook something or take care of some laundry. And some days I go all out and even take a shower.
Today was not one of those days.