She's three months old!

Thirteen weeks. Three months and two days. And with every new day, Olive becomes a little bit cuter, if I do say so myself.

She's lost that newborn look and is all adorable chub and sweet baby. Whenever I take her out, a bunch of people stop to admire her and comment on how beautiful/cute/sweet/etc. she is. And I believe they really mean it.

Olive has the biggest blue eyes and the biggest dimples I've ever seen. Her smile is infectious. Her hair still has a reddish glow to it, but in some lights still looks brownish. Sadly, it rarely sticks up in the back anymore. I guess it's grown out just enough to lay a bit flatter. I kind of miss the crazy stick-up hair.

She eats six times a day, somewhere between 3 and 4 ounces at each feeding. Still waking up once (and occasionally twice) a night to eat. She did go one night sleeping straight through, a solid ten- or eleven-hour stretch of sleep, but sadly has not repeated her stellar sleep performance.

Olive has begun babbling hardcore. She'll talk and talk and talk. Her facial expressions vary from concerned to frowny to excited to surprised. She makes high-pitched shrieking noises when she just can't contain herself.

She seems to be a hand/finger/thumb-sucker. She'll take her paci sometimes, but if it's not available she works pretty hard to get those fingers in her mouth. The paci still knocks her out, though, if she's already on the verge of sleep.

Olive is a strong girl. She'll support all her weight and stand up (with no balance, of course), she'll hold her head up for long periods of time, and she has quite a grip. Speaking of her grip, she is figuring out how to reach out for things, and once she gets a grip something, she'll even try to bring it to her mouth (without much success as of yet).

She is interested in toys and her playmat entertains her finally. She likes to watch them being shaken in front of her and will follow them with her eyes when they move back and forth.

Olive wears cloth diapers about 25 percent of the time and disposables the rest of the time. We're just not having much luck with the cloth. They leak or just plain don't fit. And frankly, that is fine by me. Cloth is great in theory, but I don't miss doing all the laundry every other day and worrying about rash.

Olive is so smiley and fun. She'll smile at just about anything. Yesterday I changed her diaper in the car, and as the breeze blew over her freshly wiped bottom, she grinned and laughed. She was really chuckling. Every time the wind blew a little, her smile was as wide as I've ever seen it, and that laugh was so cute. I wish I could have captured that in a video so I could remember it forever.

Though I sometimes get frustrated with her when she cries and cries for absolutely no reason that I can ascertain, I adore my baby girl. So glad she's mine.

Three Months!

At three months, Milo is cuter than ever. And that is quite an accomplishment, because exuding this much Adorable (he's only one baby, after all) takes some effort.

At three months, Milo smiles when I pick him up from his crib in the morning.

At three months, Milo is a great nighttime sleeper. He goes to bed between 7:30 and 8:15, and then doesn't wake up until sometime between 3:00 and 4:30. He has slept all the way through the night twice, not waking until it's actually a decent time to get out of bed.

At three months, Milo eats somewhere around five and a half or six ounces each feeding. He typically eats six times a day. I have no idea if this is average or not. He is gaining weight and all that, so we must be in the right ballpark at least.

At three months, Milo talks a lot. He mostly says "Ah ah ah ah ah ah" and something that is sort of like "Uhhhgggbb," but there are lots of other sounds too. I spend a lot of time pointing to myself and saying "Mama" but so far it's not doing any good. All in good time, all in good time.

At three months, Milo obsessively sucks on his hands. It's hard to take good pictures of him without another adult there to entertain him because he always has his hands in his mouth.

At three months, Milo drools a lot. Not all the time, but when he feels like sucking on something (namely his hands, occasionally my fingers or Andrew's arm) the drool just won't stop. It dangles from his mouth in long, sticky strings. If he keeps this up, he'll be worse than Gary.

At three months, Milo kicks his legs when he gets excited.

At three months, Milo loves looking in the mirror. I like to play the Near-Far game, where I hold him close to the mirror and say "Neeeeeeearrr," then move back from the mirror and say "Faaaaarrr." I stole this from Sesame Street.

At three months, Milo almost giggles. When he is excited and smiling, he makes breathy noises that can almost be mistaken for giggles. It's super cute.

At three months, Milo is getting more hair. It sort of looks curly when it's wet, but there's so little of it that it's difficult to tell. And I still can't say for sure what color it will be in the end. Right now I'm going with reddish brown.

At three months, Milo prefers to nap in someone's arms. He sleeps for a lot longer when he's being held. If he naps elsewhere, we're lucky if he sleeps for twenty minutes.

At three months, Milo can grip things pretty well. He sometimes brings objects to his mouth, and sometimes he switches an object to the other hand. This might be accidental, because I still haven't seen him really reach out for an object.

At three months, Milo has not yet rolled over, though he has rotated a full 180 degrees while on his belly.

At three months, I'm really getting the hang of this. Rarely do I feel like I have no idea what to do with him. I think it helps that he is becoming more interested in the world around him.

At three months, I have at least one pair of pre-pregnancy pants that fit. I am too scared to try on any others. I still have a lot of weight to lose. I don't think I've lost a single pound in the last six weeks.

At three months, I love this little boy so much. I am wrapped around his tiny little finger. I let him drool on me and give me slobbery kisses. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.Half a second later that hand was in his mouth. I can't say I blame him, though. I can't resist chomping on that baby either. Nom nom nom.