First of all she has formed more and more of a personality. She's no longer this cute little lump that does nothing but eat, sleep, and poop. Granted, she doesn't do ALL that much more now, but the times in between are a lot more interesting. The first thing I remember of course is the first time I got a genuine smile, not that I'm gassy smile. I know it was genuine because I made a funny face and her little eyes lit up and I got this big toothless grin.
The she started babbling, kicking those chubby little legs and interacting more with us. Next came the rolling. 1 day before she was 3 months old we were having tummy time. She rolled from her stomach to her back. I was so excited I yelped, she cried, and didn't roll over for another 3 weeks. I guess I scared the roll out of her. That was probably a bit of a traumatic moment for her :). Alas, she did begin rolling but from her back to her stomach. Who knew, she wanted to be more advanced. Look mom, I don't need to do this falling over and rolling thing, I'm going to do the hard one first!
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Alex right after she rolled over, look at me! |
Just a couple of days ago we got her an exer-saucer and it took all of 10 min for her to figure it out and love it. Now she's a jumping bean and goes crazy in that thing. I'm just happy because I got it at Once Upon a Child for almost half the price of what they go for in great condition. Only one sad flower on it doesn't stay up anymore, but she doesn't care, and in fact it's one of her favorite things to hold on to. It lights up and plays music every time she bounces. She's still a bit small so we have a pillow under her feet because otherwise they wouldn't touch the ground. I have a small glimpse into the future with this one. I have a sneaking suspicion that she's going to be an active one. I can see her running before ever crawling, jumping on and off everything, and using those little legs to get into mischief. It all started in the belly when I would literally watch her do somersaults in my stomach and the constant kicking, oy! I never had to worry about decreased fetal movement. I think at one point I was hoping for a hour where she wasn't playing soccer with my insides.
Fast forward to today. She is a hearty 13.4 oz, and 24 1/2 inches. She's pretty much average in all stats. 38% for weight, 50% for height, and 49% for her head (here's hoping she doesn't get Mark's giant head, because she WOULD look like a bobble head :)) She is a happy, healthy and opinionated little girl. Who knew something so little could be so vocal and believe me, she lets you know what she wants. She's a talker, like her mama, a potential lefty, like her papa, and a wonderful combination of both of us. I love seeing more of us in her every day, and am trying to enjoy this whirlwind of babyhood because I know it ends all too soon!
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