I’ve decided to steal an idea from another parenting blog and write you a letter for your three-month birthday. And if I’m disciplined enough, I’ll do this every month.
First of all, I feel like I should impart a motherly lesson, so here’s that: Stealing is wrong. Don’t do it. Unless you need an idea for your blog.
You’ve had a pretty adventurous month: Your Grandma and Uncle Tim have moved to town, so you’ll never remember a time when close family wasn’t right here watching you grow up – and spoiling you rotten, probably.
You’ve also discovered that you have hands, and you seem to find them very flavorful and useful for grabbing handfuls of other people’s hair. You haven’t yet learned to harness their power, though, and I’m interested to see how you react when you finally grab something on purpose, rather than as a happy accident.
You’ve figured out how to roll over, too. And once you figured it out, you became an addict. You like to practice at all times – rolling into other babies at daycare and making sudden escape attempts on the changing table. This is great, because you’re finally becoming a little more mobile, and terrifying because we haven’t done an ounce of babyproofing.
And you’ve learned how to smile big. You’ve always smiled a little, but now you smile with your whole body. When you see Mommy or Daddy first thing in the morning, your arms shoot out from your sides, your mouth opens wide and you radiate pure joy. You make it awfully hard to go to work in the mornings.
I can’t wait to see how you change and what you learn over the next month. At this rate, you’ll probably be climbing on furniture and riding the dogs around the yard by September.
Don’t you worry, I’ll be right there to catch you if you fall off the couch, and I’ll probably be taking lots of pictures.