Three Months Old

The little man turned 3 months old yesterday. Hard to believe it's already been 3 months. I know that everybody says that, but in this case it's especially true. I mean, I know I haven't updated you in a while about our living situation, but it's still a bit chaotic. And to think that it's been almost 3 months since we moved in! At least now we have closets and doorknobs, but the kitchen sink is still in process. (Literally, as I type, Daddy is sawing away outside on the cabinet for the sink. I'm hoping for running water in the kitchen by the end of the weekend. Fingers crossed).

But getting back to our subject at hand...Little Robert, or Baby Wobbie as he's affectionately known to her sisters. At three months, here's a bit about what he can do...

Smile. But not always willingly. You usually have to make all kinds of silly faces and tongue waggles at him to get him to light up. Although, apparently he likes being on his tummy as evidenced by this picture. He smiled as soon as I got him down there. This is totally and completely opposite from his sisters who really wanted nothing to do with Tummy Time until they could roll over.

Robbie spends most of his awake time going back and forth between his Baby Einstein playmate (thanks, Linda and Jay!) and his bouncy seat. There is a bit of holding in there, too, even by his sisters, who still can't get enough of him. He isn't quite coordinated enough to hit the hanging toys yet, but Kate likes to help him out with that. She takes his arm and swings it into the toy. What a good big sister she is.The girls really want to have him where ever they are. They argue over whose bed he gets to lie on and where his bouncy seat should go while we are eating dinner. He does seem to enjoy being near them. If they are playing near him and then they leave the room, he cries. Based on my very scientific test of me getting on the scale with and without him, I'm guessing Robbie now weighs about 12 pounds. (I will not tell you our combined weight.) We don't go back for a check-up until 4 months, so we'll get an official weight then. He still very comfortably fits into his 0-3 month oneies, but he has grown too long for the newborn clothes and a few 3 month sleepers. Not that we wear anything that warm these days...Long sleeves and pants don't cut it when it's 100 degrees outside.

As of last week, the boy now sleeps in his own room, in his crib, for the entire night. I am honestly amazed it was that easy. He was still wanting to sleep with me most of the night when we finally kicked him out of our room. He must have really wanted his own space. And (don't be jealous) he's already sleeping 6-8 hours at night. I know! But, then he wants to eat and 6am (back in bed with me) and 7:30 or 8am. That's ok. I'll take the 7 hour stretch of sleep even if it means 3 feedings in 4 hours in the morning.We did finally give him a bottle a couple weeks ago. He very willingly sucked it down, so I'm not so worried about the future of bottle usage. He'll be getting a few this week as Iwill be working a few days. It will be the first time I'll have left him for longer than a couple hours. We'll see how we both handle that. I can't think of much else to record for the three month update...he's happy, only cries when he's hungry, tired or injured, and he loves sleeping swaddled with his paci. He is getting more content in his carseat. We don't experience quite as much screaming driving around town as we used to, but he still doesn't want to hang out in there if he doesn't have to. He's still working on laughing, loves kicking his legs and swinging his arms around. He enjoys sticking his tongue out at you, but will only coo at you if you have a very high pitched voice. Needless to say, he doesn't coo at me much. I'm going to keep working on that one. But he does love me! I can tell by his smiles and how he affectionately bangs his forehead into my shoulder when I hold him. He's a love, this little guy.