You, me and diapies

You're my daughter- it's true. When you were sick you started insisting on pulling the diapies off our shoulders when we burped you. After you snagged it you HAD to hold it. There was no taking it away.

Now? If you're sleeping or sleepy and I give you a diapie- you calm down AND mash it against your face.
I've decided that this is pretty much the best thing ever. Besides you.

Three Months

You are turning into quite the little stinker dear! You are developing strong opinions and you are making them known. Today was your first Thanksgiving. You slept for most of yesterday and quite a bit of today. I was hoping that that meant your dad and I could sit and have dinner together- something that never happens any more. The increase in sleep also makes me nervous because it can mean a growth spurt or you're getting sick again. If I get to choose, I'd like the spurt please!

You slept through the sweet potato boiling, the butter melting, the potato mashing, the stuffing stirring and the turkey carving. But as soon as we started putting things on the table- you woke up. We put you in the highchair and pulled it up to the table between our two chairs so you could see both of us. You were still groggy enough that you didn't notice you weren't being held for long enough for us to finish dinner.
I'm not sure how you feel about Thanksgiving since you spit up all over your Thanksgiving shirt and had to be changed before 2:00PM. Next year should be better for you though, you'll get real turkey and mashed potatoes!
We don't know your exact stats at 3mos because the next time you see the pediatrician is next month. But we do know that you were 15lbs15oz at your sick visit on the 11/15. So it's safe to say you're over 16lbs now.

You are a true champion

People joke that moms have nothing to talk about except for poop- you my dear haven't been giving me much in the way of other material.
You've succeeded in pooping out of your diaper at least once a day for the past 4. Today was different. The only holes it didn't escape from were your arm holes. And I'm convinced that had I not checked to see why my lap felt so warm you could have in fact worked it out your arm holes.
I had to cut the outfit off of you. I'd say I hope you're happy, but I witnessed the giggle fit you had first hand. So I'm pretty sure you were quite pleased with yourself.

The insatiable beast

Tonight you got cereal in your bottle. I'm fairly certain that the pediatrician will scold me when I inform them at your next visit, but I really don't care. You were taking 8oz bottles every 2 hours and you were managing to finish them in about 15-20min.

That's a lot of food for such a small person. I hoped that adding cereal might make you feel full longer, but we'll see.

Just so there's no debating later..

You are a beast.
We took you to the pediatrician because you were still acting and sounding sickly. They measured and weighed you just like they do at every visit.
26in, 15lb 15oz
When your dad took you to the pediatrician 6 days ago you were 15lb 10oz, so it's pretty safe to say I don't need to worry about you losing weight when you're sick- because you most certainly are not.

RasssssssPberries

At some point while home sick and miserable- you learned how to make raspberries. And you think they're hysterical. To be fair, I think they're pretty funny too. You just keep blowing spit bubbles while you make them, soaking your shirts.

We're rotting your brain, but we love you I swear!

People say that TV rots your brain. And your dad and I agree with that to a point. But we know that there are good shows out there for you and us, so we figure a little every now and then can't hurt right?

You like the flashing lights and music combination that your swing, soother and bouncer have to offer, so tonight we showed you Fantasia 2000. You seemed to like parts better than others which is fine, because honestly you can't love everything all of the time. But you watched, you smiled and you talked to the Flamingos, so I'm pretty sure you won't be scarred from your first 20min exposure to the Disney Empire

This is harder than it looks.

Tomorrow I'm leaving you with someone other than your dad for the first time. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried or scared. Miss Meg and Miss Erica are both more than capable of taking care of you- I'm just worried you'll start crying and they won't be able to get you to stop. Or you'll spit up all over the place and they won't be able to get you out of your clothes because you'll be too squirmy.

Just tell me that you'll behave yourself and everything will be fine.

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.

I'm not so sure what you want though. People keep asking me. So I went ahead and made you a Christmas Wish List at Toys R Us.

Your dad might not be too thrilled with me though- most of the toys are noisy toys. >.<

Thanks for the scare!

Today I had to pick you up from day care in a near panic. You had a fever. You threw up. You weren't acting like yourself.

So I came to get you and then daddy came to take you to the pediatrician. They said you had a cold and it was no big deal. So we brought you home and snuggled you as much as you wanted. You didn't want to be held- you needed to be held. Any time either of us put you down you whimpered. It was hands down the saddest noise I've ever heard.

We'll probably keep you home from day care on Thursday too, we'll have to wait and see. For now I just hope you feel better. Because this is the pits.