Saturday, March 8, 2014

Felix Alexander: 3 months


Dear Felix,
How in the heck are you three months old already?
I wish I could freeze time and keep you here in this smiling, easy, super fun stage of your little life. 
It is truly amazing to watch you grow, and you've grown leaps and bounds in the past few weeks. 

You are now in 6 month clothing. We don't know exactly how much you weigh since we don't go back to the doctor for another month. I'm guessing somewhere in the neighborhood of 14 pounds. 

You still have lots of nicknames. The ones I stick with most are Nugget, Bubbs, and Bubba. How we arrived at those I do not know. But you are my sweet little nugget. 


This month you became homies with Pooh. Finally. 
You also became the smiliest baby ever.
I'm convinced we have the happiest baby in the world. 
Cuteness like this should be illegal. 


This month you got a special visit from your Tia (Auntie) Ashley. 
She came all the way from Washington to see YOU on HER birthday, what a treat!


Because you did a lot of growing this month, that means you did a lot of sleeping.
Mama can't resist a picture of you dozing, heck you're dozing as I type this up. 
I recently discovered that you prefer to sleep on your side, which worries me because you are swaddled at night. I found that if you're overtired and fussy and I put you on your side, you are instantly calm and sleep comes soon. 
Oh, and you're still sleeping through the night like a champ. 9 hours of pure bliss. 
Let's hope your future brothers and sisters sleep just like you do, you'll teach them how...right?


Your mama struggled with your constant water fountain-esque spit up.
After getting new bottles, a formula mixing pitcher, and a dose of hopefulness, we finally settled on a special formula for spit up. How about that. Why it took me three months to try that formula....nobody knows. 
Now we are both a lot happier! Your spit up is now quite chunky, but it doesn't cover your clothes as much and happens way less often. 
It's a win-win. 


This month we learned to take selfies.
You also started to get pudgy. I'm really excited about this extra layer of fat you've got going on. 


We went to Grandma and Grandpas house for a weekend visit. 
I had to bathe your stinky self somehow, so we filled up the tub with just enough water for you to float in and you loved it..despite the look on your face. Mama might have made the water too hot. 


Your Mom and Dad now have a pretty good handle on you (for now atleast). You're becoming kind of predictable.
Eat, play, sleep, repeat.
or
Eat, sleep, play, repeat.
That happens about every 3 hours. Though you can't be awake for more than an hour and a half before you get super tired. 
When you get super tired you start to melt down.
Speaking of tired, you've become a somewhat sleep ninja. 
Gone are the days when you could nap on your own, I think it's because you get distracted so easily. You now need a quiet room, a paci, and a very comfortable position (aka Moms arms) in order to sleep. 


The day before you turned 12 weeks you hit a huge growth spurt.
You went from eating about 4.5 ounces at a time to packing away 6, no problem.
That doesn't sound like a lot, but we struggled to get you to eat the minimum of 24 ounces a day for a long time, and now you eat at least 30! 


You make the best faces. 
And that smile, it knocks me over. 

This week you started grasping objects on your own.
By the time you'll be able to read this you won't think thats a big deal at all, but it is! 
I'd prefer you to grasp toys.
But sometimes its your poop during a diaper change, your moms hair, or your tongue which makes you choke. Fun times. 


Oh, buddy.
I honestly didn't think my heart was capable of love like this. 
I couldn't imagine a more lovable, sweet baby. 
As much as I want to freeze time, I love watching you change and grow.
I love your squeals, giggles, and coos. 
I love the way you instantly light up when you see me. 
Being your mama is a delight.
You are fun, cheery, and so gosh darn cute. 


I sure do love you.
Every.single.part.

Love,
Mama. 










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