At three months, you are holding up your head and toying with the idea of rolling over to the left. You rub your eyes when you are tired and suck on your entire fist - each one - when you are hungry, when you are tired, and also just for fun (this is confusing). You have discovered that sometimes, it's fun just to make your cries get louder, even if you are out of tears and forgot why you were upset in the first place (I worry about what this means for when you are two). You have developed a serious Fear of Missing Out, which you did not inherit from your father.
You love: things that crinkle (your dragonfly, turkey, and yellow giraffe), kicking your legs, bath time, your mamaroo swing, and to be on the move - in the car, in the stroller, in the Bjorn. Red lights insult you. You have a death grip when you want to, mostly on my hair and necklace. You sometimes tolerate tummy time.
You make oohs, aahs, and a new "nah nah nah" sound (please see above reference regarding cries getting louder for the fun of it). You kick off slippers, mocassins, and booties at the first opportunity, no matter how cute they are. I hesitate to say this, but you are sleeping like a champ, and we are very grateful. Last night, you slept from 9:30 to 4:30.
Mostly, you have already perfected the smile that will get you whatever. you. want. when you are older. We are in trouble.