Three Months

How did three months go by already? "Tiny," as JT now likes to call his little brother (or "Little Tiny"), has been an earth-dweller for three months. Although, technically he was one before that, but that is something you say in German.

According to JT, he knows only three main people: the beard guy, the milk machine and the kissing machine. I also overheard JT singing Edelweiss to him to calm him down, explaining to him an invention which would be a large machine with many nipples coming down for many babies to get milk all at the same time, and have seen him piling up toys around him to amuse him.

So, in honor of three months and the end of the forth trimester, here is a letter to the little fellow.

Dear Tiny,

After your brother was born, I wasn't sure that he was going to have siblings. It was simply a lot of adjusting. However, since you were born, I have (gasp!) entertained the idea of having three children. But don't worry, unless we win the lottery, you will most likely remain the only little brother.

The big brother in the household just LOVES his little one. He can't stop kissing and hugging you and gets very jealous when other people are holding you and he isn't. (Okay, so maybe he is a little jealous of their attention, but he displays it in a nice way, crying that he wanted to hold his brother, too.)

You are growing so quickly, and it makes me a little weepy.

At the beginning of your fourth month you are already wearing size 2 diapers and size 6 month clothes. Your legs are sweet and chubby and you are laugh when I pull your shirt over your head.

You can already roll onto your side. You can also scoot around the floor on your back, although when your head lands on the hardwood floor, you cry. You love to slurp your fingers - as many as possible - or suck your thumb. You sometimes sleep 5 or 6 hours at night (thanks - keep that up!). You have a little cowlick and almost a widow's peak and it looks like you will have brown hair.

You are very good natured and are only fussy when you want your diaper changed or need something (I still sometimes mistake your cries for hunger when you just want a diaper change - why is that? I failed miserably on my weak attempt at EC). You can laugh and are ticklish and you have a great smile, but you often have a more serious look on your face. You can clasp your hands together, and you observe them before slurping them. You like to study your brother (that guy with the yellow mop) and have pulled out quite a few hairs from his head. Your favorite song is pat-a-cake - you almost always laugh as soon as you hear it. You also start to smile or kick when you hear my voice as I come to rescue you from your cradle. You have also discovered your voice - sometimes it sounds like you are saying momma, and sometimes suspiciously like no. I'll take more of the mmmms and coos and smiles and laughs!

You have done many things this past month. You had a two month well-baby check-up and did not like the shots AT ALL. Otherwise, you were brave. We went to the zoo several times (we were even there when a baby boy panda was born), the science museum, swimming at the rec center's children's area twice, the beach several times, to the library for storytime and once a pirate band, out to eat with just your brother and papa, to my book club, and you put up with all sorts of crazy renovation things at our house, including the jackhammering this weekend. Perhaps the 945 incidents of spitting up on me were simply in retaliation?

In any case, I am so glad you have come into our world!

Love, Mama, aka "the milk machine"

Tune in later this week for an update on our house projects!