War Eagle little one! You’ve entered your first college football season. If people aren’t remarking on your adorable grin, they’re certainly commenting on your many rolls. Your nighttime snacking has produced a healthy, chubby baby. People can’t believe that I’m exclusively breastfeeding you.
All of your siblings love to play with you. But your big brother Carter wants to hold you whenever possible. He loves calling you “Ren Ren,” “Renny,” and “Baby cute cute.”
I have a feeling you won’t ever have to worry about anyone bothering you. Carter will protect you and watch over you for many years to come.
You’re still sleeping in your nap nanny, and probably will for another month or so. It has really helped you with any hints of reflux you once displayed. In fact, you barely spit up now. You’re also very alert. You can follow me across the room, and you’re able to focus in on objects. You typically like your activity mat, but your favorite place to be (other than in my arms) is the swing. If I’m gone and you can’t be calmed, the swing often does the trick.
You’re definitely a momma’s girl, probably because I don’t put you down much. I could kiss you all day long! If I’m away from you for more than a couple of hours, I miss you. You’re my lil companion.
I have felt some guilt at us being on the go all the time with your big siblings’ school schedules and activities. But you are laid-back and happy, only crying occasionally when I snap you (once again) into your carseat. You have a pitiful way of poking out your lower lip when you get upset, and breaks my heart and brings a giggle all at the same time.
You’ve already made several trips to Lake Martin. Here is a picture of Papa holding you on Labor Day weekend. Papa has just retired and he is very excited about having more time to spend with his grandchildren. He’s pretty smitten with you.
With your growth and new tricks, I don’t suppose I can call you a newborn any longer. Those days passed quickly, as I knew they would, and I treasured each one of them. You’re sleeping through the night most evenings. But even when you wake up for an extra feeding, I don’t mind. It’s fun to be up, just the two of us, with the house still and quiet. I can assure you that doesn’t happen often, as you’ll eventually learn. You’ve already perfected sleeping through the noise of shouting, piano and flute practices, and singing. You can count on a noisy household for years to come. And you can also count on getting lots of attention from your brother and sisters, your daddy, and me. We love you so much.
Happy 3 months Maryn!