3 Month Letter

Dear Princess,

Good Golly! The last month has just flown by.  I’m not even sure where to start your three-month letter. 

So let’s start with I love you. I love everything about you.  The way you’re starting to get so big and so proud of yourself when you accomplish a new goal – like holding up your head (which you now do with ease) or being pulled into a sitting position or almost, but not quite rolling over.  Sometimes you don’t even know what you’re doing until those of watching you get all excited and then you give us this little half grin with a look like “yeah, I’m good.”

The last month has been a big one…  you had your Christening, we celebrated your first Christmas and we took you on your first roadtrip. You slept through the Christening, even when Uncle Father Charlie poured the water on your head. You  went on a nap strike and thus cried a lot (for you, anyway) during Christmas.  While your grandparents and family were downstairs eating, you and Mommy and Daddy were upstairs rocking, ssshhhing and bouncing.  But, you did pretty good on our trip to Washington D.C. for the bowl game.  You got to meet your cousins, including one who is only a couple days older than you.  You two were eyeing each other up – I think you trying to figure the whole thing out.  Probably by the next time you see her you’ll both be running around and we’ll be telling you to play nice and do crazy things like share your toys. 

You are really starting to be fun, baby girl.  You have a personality that shows when you stick out your lower lip if you don’t like something – giving us about a four-second window to change whatever we’re doing before your pout becomes a whine and another six seconds before that becomes a cry.  Your cries have gotten louder and are still heartbreaking, but the good news is that you laugh now too.  Ah… your laughs.  They are maybe the best thing ever.  We’re not always sure what’s going to make you grace us with a giggle, but once we find it, we don’t stop.  You giggle and we giggle and then you giggle some more. 

I love spending time with you.  I hope you know that.  I live for the weekends when I can pull you into bed with me after Daddy gets up to run and we can snuggle.  Because that moment, the one where you put your little hand on my chest or wrap your hand around mine, give a big sigh and drift off into contented sleep… that moment right there is what I live for. 

I love you sweetheart. 


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