Allen: Three Months Old

Allen turned three months four days ago. He’s grown so much and is so chubby and plump that I no longer recognize the newborn he was. (Luckily, there are plenty of pictures to remind me.)

In the last two weeks or so, he’s discovered his hands. Now, a couple of fingers are constantly in his mouth. Not one finger, but three or four. I tease him that they must be really tasty.

He’s also starting to reach for things. If I put my hand in front of him, he’ll try to grab my fingers with his hand. He isn’t always successful, but it’s a start.

He’s also very communicative and engaging. He hates to be put down in a car seat, on the floor, in the swing but prefers to be held, talked to or walked around so he can see things. (Although lately, he's trying to talk to the plastic animals that are attached his swing.) And as all babies, he's very alert and intersted in his surroundings.

“The stock smile,” Andy says. When someone picks him up or starts cooing at him, he grins into this exuberant smile. It would be one of those Hollywood, toothy smiles, if he had any teeth.

Also, knock on wood, I shouldn't admit to this out loud,he has been sleeping through the night. I nurse him around 10-11 p.m., he sleeps until 4 a.m. or so, I nurse him again, and then he’s out until 8 a.m. Not bad for a three month old.

He also seems to be getting into the two naps per day schedule. I can’t remember when Ivan got on that schedule. It’s sad how some of these early milestones that as a mom you think you’d remember for ever so quickly get forgotten. Or some things are so fluid and barely perceptible on a daily basis that it’s really hard to pinpoint when did something happen.

That’s why I’m writing down all these blog/diary entries. In order not to forget.