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| Expecting me to puke? Mama's got a burp cloth ready, nyah nyah! |
You're 3. Months old, that is. You're growing a little longer. And our little neck is getting stronger too. Soon you'll be able to hold your head up high. Even when you've done something naughty.
Just a few days ago, you gave us your first noisy chuckle. It's good to have a sense of humour, son. Because one day, you'll find this blog and you'll need that sense of humour to help you get through the entire thing. Without slitting your wrist, that is. :)
You've also developed some dryness to your skin. The doctor says you just need some aqueous cream and you'll be fine. I suppose given that since both Papa (eczema when he was a kid) and Mama (Queen of Hives) have some form of skin sensitivity, this is to be expected. None of that porcelain-smooth pageant-standard skin for you then.
You're sleeping better these days, thanks to the swaddle from Aunty Audrey in Australia. Now, Mama simply wraps you up like a spring roll for your naps and you're out for at least 1.5 hours each time. Well, right now, you're still enjoying 3-4 naps. They give Mama a little time to do important things. You know, like breathe and pee.
In terms of sleep styles, you're like a little baby salmon who likes to swim upstream. You always start out nicely in the middle of the crib. But hours later, you're all scrunched up in the top corner. The helicopter spin is classy, too, by the way.
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| Ok, gotta stretch a little here... |
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| ...jiggle a little there... |
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| ...and Bob's your uncle! |
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| "C'mon, c'mon...talk to me, talk to me" |
We're beginning to see signs of curiosity. It's not just the roaming hands. Your intense stare is now usually put to good use. When you're playing with a burp cloth for instance, you like to stare at it for a long time, as if persistence will lead to (1) the cloth bursting into flames (2) the cloth starting a conversation with you or (3) the cloth revealing the mystery of life to you.
I suppose you know what you're doing.
Meanwhile, those little sensory gym mats are proving to be just a temporary relief in boredom for you. A swipe at a bell here. A death stare there. A questioning gurgle here and there. And that's that. It's take-this-away-from-me-now, thank you very much.
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| "Watch my eyes, squiggly wormy thing there: I want you to explode right now" |
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| Sandra Boynton gets me, Mama! |
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| What is that thing in my face? |
A last word and it's going to be about your hair. There are high bets that it, when IT so chooses to show up with more presence, will take after Papa's curls. This might happen when you hit puberty. But right now? All I see are straight lines.
