month 3

dear snapper,

happy three month birthday!

this month you survived your first nights alone first with just mommy, and then with just daddy. of course you were fine. perhaps i really mean to say that we survived our first nights alone with just you.

this is the month that you finally seemed to call off the poop strike. instead of having a HUGE BLOWOUT POOP once every three or four days, you’ve called it off and now instead have HUGE BLOWOUT POOPS several times a day. given that you are still very little, we’re still not sure where all this poop is coming from, but we’re happy that you seem to be working again. also, this is a clear sign (yes, we’re very sloooow now, but some of that is your fault) that you are now growing, as we finally realized that the frequent HUGE BLOWOUT POOPS meant that your newborn diapers were actually too small to contain your new level of, uh, output. now that we’ve switched to size 1 diapers, you can poop at will with less clothes staining. as much as we love you, we love you a little more if we don’t have to hand wash your onesies every day.

this is also the month where you started laughing! not content to just smile and smile for us (although less so for other people— i know, they’re suspicious-looking!), you’ve now started to laugh and even broken out in baby talk in just the past week. suddenly there are all sorts of noises and fake coughs now coming out of you. and don’t think we haven’t noticed the cry/yell combo you’ve added to your repertoire. you even survived the tire blowout brush with doom, thanks to heroic driving by mommy, and you now think that bouncing back and forth in the car is a big time fun ride! wheee!

we all back to lost angels for your very first thanksgiving, where you charmed grandma, grandpa, oma, and opa, and yet avoided eating any turkey. i think you’ve somehow figured it all out in ways that we haven’t been able to. we also went to your first museum to see the murakami exhibit. remember this when you’re filling out your art school application. although you might want to skip the part where you screamed and screamed during the screening of the kiki and kaikai show.

all in all, you’re definitely getting bigger. you can barely fit into all those itzy-bitzy baby clothes that we started you out in, and you’re even at the limits of most of your pajamas and your 0-3 clothes. and yet you’re so tiny and cute! if you get any cuter you may collapse under your own cuteness, in some sort of cuteness black dwarf. don’t let this happen. we’ve got things for you to do yet.

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