Can you believe my baby is three months old today? I sure can’t believe it. It feels like just yesterday that we brought her home from the hospital. It also feels like we’ve been parents forever. I blame all the sleep deprivation.
(Kristian dressed her in that onesie this morning because “it’s a birthday shirt and today is kindof like her birthday”).
Our “first year” parenting book said that this month she is supposed to be delightful. And, so far, it’s been right on the money. Although, when she starts getting a little too fussy, I like to warn her that she is supposed to be delightful, dammit.
(I also tell her to “use her words” when she’s acting inconsolable and I’ve already fed her, burped her, and changed her diaper).
(I have a twisted sense of humor).
(Duh).
I should probably write out something out that’s a bit mushy and vaguely meaningful. But, you know, I have a three month old and she (finally) went to bed. I need to get some sleep!