Molly - Three Months Old

Good golly, Miss Molly!
You're three months old.  Slow down, there tiger.  If you're not careful, you'll be all grown up and I'll be looking around, wondering where my baby went.

What a month!  Not long after you turned two months, I thought it was about time you started trying out your new room. You had been taking naps there for a couple of weeks and seemed to love it just fine. One late evening you were "napping" and I thought that maybe we should try leaving you there for the night.  Best decision (and 8 hours of sleep), EVER!  You're a happy camper in your cozy abode.

I don't think it's the decor, though.  Poor baby! Your mama has just not gotten it together enough to actually decorate. I keep meaning to. There is a boat load of adorable tchotckes and flotsam at the "crapt" store (Ha! When you're older, you'll have to ask your brother about that one) that would be perfect for a girly-girl's haven.  Some day. I promise. It will be properly girlified.

What else did you do this month? Oh yes! You started talking.  Well, ok, not with actual words that I understand, but you are definitely making sounds with the intent to communicate. It's just wonderful to hear.  You'll stop and smile and then say things like, "Cooo gaaahhh aggooo," which I can only assume means, "Oh mommy! You are so pretty and funny. I think you're the smartest woman in the whole wide world! I can't imagine that some day you'll be as funny as a heart attack and as smart as a box of rocks."  Obviously, that's exactly what you are saying.

On the other hand, every time you see your boyfriend, The Fan In Your Room, you also say, "Cooo gaaahhh aggooo." The best I can hope for is that it means you're happy. 

You are such a love!  I snuggle you every day and give you kisses and tell you how wonderful you are. I'm beyond happy to be your mommy.

Love, hugs, and kisses!
Mama