This girl is a bona fide baby. No more newborn infant to cuddle and snuggle, she is seemingly overnight a baby who is engaged, alert, and happy. Oh, so happy.
Moxie at 3 months old you are:
- Wearing size 3-6 month or 6 month clothes. Your long legs don't fit into 3 month any longer!
- Wearing size 2 diapers
- Smiling in response to our antics
- Cooing and talking with us on the regular
- Eating your hands, your newfound friends
- Working out your schedule like a dream, you fit into this family as if you have always been there
You are still a great nurser; in fact, almost too good (over your brother and your sister). I’ve pumped in order to give you a bottle a few times and at first you put up a fight, but eventually acquiesce. Eating remains quick (maybe 10 minutes tops) and every 2-3 hours during the day.
Friends, please don’t hate the player. Hate the game. You have been regularly going down for the night between 6:30 and 7 pm with the other kids. I nurse you and then lay you down (swaddled and with the sound machine). You will not wake up again until 3 or 4:30 am, nurse and back down, and then up for the day between 7 and 8 am to nurse. Naps happen 3 times regularly (1-2 hours) and then one last catnap around 45 minutes to an hour at the end of the day. You’ve also been napping in the same room with Scout which has really been working out. It lets me get a nap out of Cutter in our room, and gives me an hour or two in the afternoon where all of you are sleeping at the same time.
*Scout still naps from about 12:30-4:30 and when Cutter takes a nap it’s from 1-4:30.
Favorites this month include the sibling time that you have with your big brother, who loves you and protects you something fierce. He lovingly calls you ‘Mox’ and he says how sweet you are all the time. In the car if you cry out (rarely) he will reassure you and share his puppy with you. He sits next to you and he loves to tell me if you’re awake or if you’re asleep. He also likes to pull the sunshade over your eyes to protect you from the sunshine streaming into the car. It’s tender and practically rips my heart out. Scout continues to aggressively love you; jumping on you, hugging you without abandon, screaming ‘Moxie’ when you wake. She has also had her fair share of personal contempt towards you in the ‘How dare you take my mommy from me when I need her more than you do?’ vein. Preparation for this mama’s future of teenage girls, I know.