*throws beret in air*
Yesterday Matilda turned 12 weeks old. On Sunday she will be 3 months old and the following Tuesday she will be 13 weeks old. It's ok. I'm confused too.
I woke up this morning at 4:15 to Matilda nursing. Her nursing woke me up. She woke up before me and latched on by herself. Next thing I know, she's going to be able to change her own diaper. Or want to borrow the car.
Predictably, she's coming out of the crank a bit. It's not like flipping a switch. It's periods of sitting in the palm of our hand, leaning back on our chest and facing out, gnawing on the fleshy outer part of our thumbs. Her legs hanging into space. She likes sitting like this very much. Until she decides she doesn't like it anymore. Then she squirms and squeaks and it's up to us to come up with other things she enjoys.
Currently enjoys the following:
· Nursing
· Napping in my arms
· Smiling in the morning
· Walking around the neighborhood sitting in our arms as descibed above
· Staring at the mobile that hangs over her changing table
· Watching the motorized mobile in her crib
· Kicking around on her baby gym
· Sucking on her hands
· Drooling
Nursing still tops the charts but now there are other items on the chart. I’m glad she’s got other interests now, believe me. Except she’s no longer content to spend the day nursing on the couch while I surf over her head. I’m expected to entertain her now. And I was just getting used to living like an invalid. *swearword*
