You, my child, are getting to be so, so awesome. Every single day of your life I've thought to myself "THIS. This age right here, this must be the best one. It cannot possibly get better than this." And then it does! Over and over again, like magic.
A few days after turning three months old we moved you from the bassinet in our bedroom down the hall into your big crib. Clearly you were ready, as the first night you managed to kick-propel yourself from one end to the other, with your head facing the opposite direction. Fortunately the novelty of that wore off and you only did that for about a week. It took you at least an hour to move that far and listening to all the kicking and grunting was not getting either of us any more sleep. You also learned to turn onto your side and that is mostly how you sleep now, either in your crib or in bed with me, depending on how the night is going. You spend at least half the night in your crib most of the time, so we'll call that good enough for now.
This month brought us Halloween, which I already posted about, but darn you were a cute little tiger.
You also let me dress you in what your Grandpa Fisher calls your "Andy Rooney" outfit, which was very nice of you. You were mostly suspicious of it.
Speaking of Grandpa Fisher, he took some really cute pictures of you when we were all up in Minnesota earlier this month. He calls this one "Grandma's Little Manipulator". We all went out and bought you ponies as soon as we saw this face.
And I call this one your Karate Kid picture. Wax on, wax off.
You did great on the trip to Minnesota. You slept the entire flight out there and most of the flight back. The little part of the flight you were awake for you were smiley and happy and quiet, which was a relief. I mean, you're ALWAYS smiley and happy, but you aren't always quiet. You are so very chatty, "talking" back and forth with us and your teachers at daycare all the live long day. You also learned a particularly ear-splitting screech that you perfected over a delightful three day period, but that is gone again (for now). (Good riddance.
You put in a good number of hours and Grandma and Grandpa's house playing on my old baby blanket, all looking like my baby clone.
No, really. My clone. We looked at some of my baby pictures and I swear they look like they could be you.
Hey, look! It's Simon in 1980! ...wait.
1980 and 2012. I'm not sure if Simon is more impressed by the similarity or by the 1980 mustache.
You also got to jump in my vintage Johnny Jump Up. I'm sure that is totally up to today's safety standards. You didn't really "get it" much this trip, but I'm sure it will be more of a hit at Christmas. Hilariously at one point you looked at me and clearly tried to walk to me, until the spring bounced you back under the door frame. Too soon, baby!
You continue to be a charmer, claiming the hearts of everyone you meet. There are a surprising number of people in the parking garage at your daycare who know you by name and always stop to say hi if they see us. My favorite is when you pout at someone and then bust out the biggest grin. I swear, you are pretending to pout and then laughing at yourself - a sort of baby's first joke. It's crazy cute.
Until next month, little man.
Love, Mama
