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3.1.08

three months

You coo and make eye contact and - what was the third thing? Social smiles. You have had a proper laugh, too, giggling for minutes at a time - twice: but, like the first smiles, this hasn't happened again since. Oh, my god, that was a good laugh. We melted, Daddy and i, we nearly cried, and there you were standing up and laughing. I fear that since then - that was on a Thursday, i think - well, standing has become much more mundane. You like it best but it is no longer the astonishing round-eyed wonder it was. Are you only going to laugh like that when you do something new?

So we have been teaching you directions: now you're falling backward, now you're falling forward, now you're falling sideways, and now you're sitting down. Among other things. Colors. Addition. Lyrics:

Stand in the place where you live ... Now face Dad. Your feet are going to be on the ground. Your head is there to move you around, so stand.

You like swing music for dancing to - of course you do, you have excellent taste. And excellent-tasting toes, which is completely different - you do this thing where you're sitting, and one of your toes is wiggling through your sock or footie pajama or whatever, and you look at it like a fish looks at one of those larger fish with the fishing-lure tongues. Except you're both of the fish. You haven't yet put your toes in your mouth but it's just a matter of time. Excellent-tasting fists, i guess - you can't quite suck on your thumb yet, even though you can reliably grab our thumbs (or any random other finger in your vicinity) and bring them to your mouth for chewing on - no - your thumb is still firmly welded to your fist. You try to gnaw it off, but it doesn't work, and the more determined you are, the tighter you clench your hand.

But there is a teething bug ring which you've been successfully mouthing, and a colorful chromosome-shaped rattle (only a biochemist would say that; it's just a regular old double helix, really) and you like the rattle, too, even though it doesn't really fit in your mouth. Mister Pink, the bunny, he has ears that are lovely and soft and good for tasting, and you like his furry side better than either the velour or the satin. You are drooling like a faucet and biting anything you can reach and sometimes you will only stop crying if we put on the homeopathic teething gel - it has chamomile and fennel and i don't know what else, but also lidocaine, so it's only kinda middle-naturopath. Sensible, that, the best of both worlds.

And - blissfully - you nap now, sometimes, for longer than twenty minutes. Sometimes. I am considering flyladyness - i can get a lot done if i can put you down, but that's still a big if ... and ... now having reviewed flylady.net, that's a little scary. I'm not sure i can work with a website with such ugly design. i mean, um, such a focus on sinks. i mean, um, well, i'm just glad you nap for longer, sweetheart.

Labels: baby, milestones

scrawled @ 10:43