Little Miss Beada turned three months on July 4th.
She’s next to me on the bed as I type; I am wondering when exactly to put her down for her nap. She’s been stretching and changing things, lately. I am trying to put my finger on what her ideal waketime is now, which feels like a guessing game that really isn’t very fun. She’s just yawned, so maybe this is it?
She’s stretching her nights, dropping down to just one feeding on her own (and one dreamfeed that I manage) and has been waking up happy every morning for a little while, now. Appropriately, she has also been stretching her days, staying awake to chat with her siblings and watch all the goings-on. (And she gets very put out when there is no one to chat with or goings-on to watch.)
She naps on her belly, and has begun the nice little trick of flipping herself over if she’s not sleepy enough (or maybe if she’s too sleepy? Haven’t figured out the pattern yet.) She pushes herself up with her toes until her body makes an upside-down V, and then…somehow, because I haven’t observed the whole process yet…voilà! She flips to her back. The first few times she did this she found the whole thing very upsetting, but now she just talks to the canopy of her basket until I come flip her over again.
She really does like to talk, and she’s been working on her two-syllable oo‘s. She’s also a generous chuckler, though laughing nearly always gives her the hiccoughs.
She’s learned she has hands, and has been known to fall asleep in the bouncy seat while contemplating their magnificence and beauty. She’s also learning to swipe at the family IKEA Gym Toy (which is perhaps the best baby-gear investment we’ve ever made.)
Her eyes are still pleasantly ambiguous, though they’re maybe starting to resemble her big sister’s at this age. I think.
She’s still got her hair, though the new stuff seems to be growing up between the old stuff. Anselm’s hair did this–I hope it means hers will be curly, too. It’s silly, maybe, but since they’re both the youngest of a trio it would be fun if they had that in common.
Our greatest triumph this month was finally beating the Witching Hour, that time every evening where I was trying to cook and eat dinner but she wanted to…well, I’m not really sure what she wanted, but it wasn’t nursing and it wasn’t sleeping but it also wasn’t being awake…it’s been rather inconvenient. But a good afternoon routine has finally seemed to push us over the edge, complete with one brief round of butt-patting (what is it about having their backside patted is so soothing to babies?) when she wakes about twenty minutes after going to bed for the night. This usually helps her over that hump, and she stays asleep for the rest of the evening. She’s been the worst baby for witching hour since Clive.
I’m going to do my best to enjoy this month before Month Four wrecks everything as it usually does! Though maybe with such a recent victory, we’ll get to skip all the sleep regression mess. That is, if I can even get her waketime nailed down.