Showing posts with label 3 months. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 3 months. Show all posts

Friday, January 11, 2013

It's Friday, I'm in love

It's Friday, and I'm in love with...







my little girl eating peanut butter toast in the morning.

I'm in love with...



my little girl trying to reach and do things "by myself."

I'm in love with...


little girl braids and...

my little girl loving books.

I'm in love with...


brothers wearing "sib shirts."

I'm in love with...



a big brother who narrates his car adventures to baby brother while Mommy is busy in the other room.

I'm in love with...


a boy who insists on staying in his pajamas alllll day.

Happy Friday.
xo

Friday, January 4, 2013

Ready to wear




It's Friday, and I'm in love with this little guy and all of his outfit changes! Okay, not really in love with all the outfit changes.  Here's a recap of today's outfits.

The first onesie, starting at 8 AM:



Another change around 9 AM:



Then, there were two outfit changes that I just didn't document.  One was due to a spit up and the other was just massive wetness around the neck from drooling.

So here we are around 1 PM or so. Nico has lines on his face from sleeping on me. I moved him to the swing and snapped this photo.


He then had the most massive blow-out EVER.  It was so bad, I threw this onesie in the trash (pictured above). It's a hand-me-down from Bode, so I don't feel too bad. Then I put this blue sleeper on him:


Followed (almost immediately) by this brown outfit:


And then, I kid you not, I changed him two times in a row because he spit up on one outfit while I was changing him. And then spit up on the next outfit I was putting on him.  I actually shrieked when he started spitting up the second time.  We were all on the bed, getting ready for bedtime stories. Gianna asked, "What's wrong, Mommy?" and RWF had to explain, "Oh, Mommy is just sad (ha!) because she has to change Nico again."

And this is what Nico went to sleep in (that's RWF changing  Nico into this onesie, because he watched me change Nico two times in a row):



So that makes almost 10 outfits for one day. Whew! Now is everybody tired and ready for bed? I am!
Happy weekend.
xo

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Nico: 3 months


Dear Nico,

Happy 3 months to my little love.

You are stretching. You are stretching your little mind and body in all directions.  You reach for things now, or extend your arms out as if to give a fist bump. Your arms wave about, like  a conductor. 

You crane your neck to see what your brother and sister are doing.  Like your brother, you do not like to be swaddled.  You will unwrap yourself as quickly as possible, kicking your feet until you are free from the confines of the blanket.  

Fist bump!


You do not have much of a schedule, as your brother and sister are so active.  Their noise and activity keeps you awake. I think you are so interested in what they are doing, taking mental notes on what it is that you would like to do. But when you finally grab some sleep, I am so happy.  It allows me "alone time" with Bode and Gianna.  And it allows me time to get some things done (namely, dinner).  Night time is tricky, because you do not sleep as much as you did as a newborn.  So Bode and Gianna's bedtime routine is now a part of your routine. I give you a bath while Gianna and Bode are bathing. We all read in bed together.  And then, we all walk upstairs for goodnight kisses and tucking in.  Sometimes you're not game, you don't want to go along for the ride, you want your own time to go to bed - you cry a lot because you just want to nurse yourself to sleep, right when I need to get Bode and Gianna tucked in.  This stresses me out. I have a hard time being calm trying to get Bode and Gianna into bed (amid requests for "potty," "brush mah teeth" and "ba-ba") while you're wailing away. But, I'm learning to just go with it.  I will lay you down on whoever's bed is available, tuck Bode and Gianna in (or say "yes" to all requests of potty, tooth brushing and refills), and then pick your screaming/crying self up and walk you back downstairs for our own bedtime routine. This is the time when I wish I had help.  But once Bode and Gianna are in bed, you get over things quickly and we settle down  for a quiet time together.  I enjoy our quiet time together because I can look at you for as long as I want,  and kiss and squish you as much as I want, without interruptions by anyone. 


You face looks weird in the reflection because the mirror is smudged!

Your daddy said, "Hi, Baldy" one day when he saw you and I had to laugh out loud. You don't have that much hair on your head. You are our most 'bald' baby. But you do have long eye lashes.  They are fair, though, so not that visible in photos.  I'm curious, are you going to be blonde like Gianna?

This past weekend, I left you for the first time.  I went to get my hair done, so I was gone for over 3 hours.  I left you in the swing, and had 2 bottles of milk waiting for you.  I kept texting your daddy for updates, but he only replied that you were sleeping.  When I left the salon, Daddy texted that you were still sleeping!  Our "plan" was for Daddy to get you to take a bottle while I was out.  So I decided to do a little shopping downtown, so that you'd have to take a bottle when you woke up.  Our "plan" didn't work.  I came home an hour later, and from where I stood taking my boots off in the garage, I could hear you crying. I rushed in and Daddy was holding you, with a bottle of milk in his hand. You were not happy.  I took you out of Daddy's arms and held you. It made me so sad to hear you cry.  Daddy assured me that you were fine, that you were not crying that hard. It is hard for me to leave you, but I know that we're going to have to get you on a bottle very soon.  (Get ready! You may even like it.)




You are a good baby, and I'm enjoying you so much.  I love your smiles and coos. These months have flown by quickly, and I know the next months will as well.  I am here for you, my little squishy. 
Love,
Mommy
xo