Dear Baby C,
Did you see what I did there? Yep, you got it! I done up and skipped Month 3 completely because, come on, was Month 3 really much different than Month 2? OK, so maybe it was a little different. I mean, once you got to about 13 weeks old you started doing this thing that I can only describe as baby voodoo magic. Since about a week after you made it to 3 months, you started sleeping through the entire night. Super Baby, all I can say is THANK YOU. You started sleeping from about 9 or 10 p.m. until around 6:30 to 7:30 a.m. Let me just say that your Timing (with a capital T) couldn’t have been any better because right around that time, for some reason I started experiencing the WORST episodes of insomnia. I would literally get 2-3 hours of sleep in a 24-hour period and after a few days of that turning into a few weeks, I would have sworn that I wasn’t even human anymore. Thankfully the insomnia has gotten marginally better over the last couple of days. I hope getting 5-6 hours of sleep at night continues (or improves), because also right around your 3-month mark, I started becoming even more exhausted than I already was. I’m talking soul-crushing fatigue so awful that even thinking about moving my body made me want to weep a mixture of broken glass and isopropyl alcohol tears. And then, your father and I realized the root cause of these effects. In April of 2012, likely before you even turn 11 months old, you’re going to be a big sister. You’re welcome!
One of the things we’ve learned about you is that you are never content to just lay around and observe the world around you. Nope. Instead, you always have to be in the middle of everything going on. So, your father and I decided to go ahead and get you an exersaucer. Never mind the fact that you were still far too small for the thing; after you got to sit in it for the first time, you spent damn near a week staring at it and smiling longingly every single time you’d notice it. If you don’t believe me, go ask your dad. You did the same thing when we bought your first stroller when you were almost 3 months old. Whenever it was out, your eyes would lock on to it and you’d just smile and coo. But, true to your nature, it didn’t take long for you to grow bored with whatever the latest toy we’d bought you, and since you like to jump on your father’s testicleeze every time you’re in his lap, we went for the safest baby product ever invented: a jumper. I was at school the evening that it was delivered, but as soon as I got home I just had to put you in it. You’re reaction was priceless. In fact, that night you came closer than you ever had to actually laughing.
Speaking of laughing, why aren’t you doing that yet? According to the Week 12 baby development email I received 6 weeks ago, you should be laughing already. We have tried literally every single day to get you to laugh and yet you still refuse. Tickling doesn’t work. Making funny faces doesn’t work. We’ve tried everything we can think of and every day when we ultimately fail, we just look at each other and say in unison, “Welp, not today!” Seriously Super Baby, you’re over 4 months old. Just effing laugh!
It’s hard to be mad about you lack of laughter though, since you more than make up for it by your ever growing vocal abilities. I could listen to you “ooh” and “ahh” all day long. Your little noises are seriously so cute that if given the chance, it would easily broker a peace deal between the Israelies and Palestinians. I’d even go so far as to bet money that the noises you make when you have the sleepy sillies would have softened bin Laden’s heart into a big pile of goo.
Now that you’re starting to get a little older, you are much more fun to interact with. Your older brother Todd went from not giving you a passing glance to being the first one that wants to go and get you out of bed whenever you wake up. He’ll sit with you in the living room and play with you every chance he gets. It’s pretty sweet to watch the two of you “play” with each other. You’ve definitely become his favourite little person.
That’s just you though. Your budding little personality is so fun to witness. You delight anyone who crosses your path, smiling and coyly flirting with anyone who dares look your way. It’s kind of nice to take you out these days because your daddy and I can enjoy a nice meal outside of the house because you insist that the party of 8 at the table next to us pass you around until we are finished eating. Let it be known that your father and I won’t ever pass up some free babysitting, yo!
Seriously though. The good days far outnumber the bad. We’ve settled into this marvelous routine and I find myself thinking toward the future, knowing that these days are numbered and that it won’t be long before you’ll be blossoming into this amazing little girl. I’m looking forward to you getting older, but I’m enjoying these moments. You sure are one Super Baby.
Love,
