Three's a Charm

Dear August,

You turned three months old last week and for the first time we celebrated with cake. Well actually, your great-grandma Grace turned 85 years old on the same day, but she loves you so much that she was willing to share. (Sorry you couldn't have any... I ate your piece too!)

Our spring break trip was your first official vacation. I was a bit apprehensive about how you would do in the new environment, but I must say, you were a stellar traveler - much different than the infant days with your sister when we lugged oxygen and specialized formula wherever we went. It was also great to show you off to our family in western Kansas. Grandma Nene (Jeanne) met you for the first time and was so excited to see you that I thought she might eat you! You are one delicious little baby, can you blame her?

You have finally hit the rolly-polly phase and it is so lovely. You are not quite one of those Michelin babies you see with three necks and five wrists, but you've distributed the roles in all the right places and have just enough stored for me to feel successful at exclusively breastfeeding. In fact, you've recently decided to boycott bottles completely (something we've got to work on!) and your favorite 'hang out' is up my shirt. That reminds me... could you be any more "boy"? Your burps have always come fairly easily and your ability to pass gas competes with your father and uncles.

You love to smile. Everyday you do it a little bit more and sometimes your smiles are even audible... dare I say - laughs. This is still a rare occurrence, but when it happens it's like a little piece of heaven. Good thing we are home alone most days because I do some pretty crazy things to get 'em out of you. Your dad hasn't heard it yet, but believe me when he does, you'll have him walking on his hands for more.

Your favorite things are... sucking on your hands/fingers, kicking your legs with vigor, and watching everything your sister does. Your newest skills are... standing on our laps, grabbing your toes, and bringing things to your mouth. You hate 'tummy time' and have even gotten mad enough that you prematurely rolled over. August, you are a true joy in most every way, and I hate to even ask for more, but there is one thing you could work on in the coming weeks... sleeping through the night. Pretty please, just 6 or 7 hours maybe? Oh you don't know smiles until you've seen me with more sleep!