Desmond Month 3

I wonder if, as an adult, sushing noises will make you sleepy. We have shushed you to sleep 6 or 7 times a day for the past two and a half months. You've got to maintain some kind of residual memory of that kind of thing. You might want to avoid driving on particularly windy days. Tonight we start a new regime of terror wherein we let you cry until you learn how to put yourself to sleep. I hope to God you don't have residual memories of that. It's going to kill me. I am having a beer right now in preparation of dealing with the stress I know I'm in for. I hate for you to be miserable and I'm so worried that you'll hold a grudge. You're so small!

14 pounds, actually. Your doctor is amazed that you've gained weight so quickly on breastmilk alone. Why is that? What is with the bizarre attitude that breastmilk needs to be supplemented or even eliminated for a baby to get proper nutrition? As if formula predates boobies.

So here's your newest trick: You have this Baby Einstein toy that plays excerpts of classical songs and does a kind of light parade with the notes. Each music segment lasts about 20 seconds. When the segment is done we say, "Push the button to hear another song." AND YOU DO. What? But you're only three months old, you shouldn't even be able to hold up your head, let alone push buttons on command. Brilliant!

You like your father better than anyone in the world. Just looking at him makes you laugh and you spend several minutes at a time doing it. I would think that, as the bringer of the milk, I would have a slightly higher standing. Not so. In case it helps my points a little, your father thinks that there are babies who are cuter than you. In fact, we saw a baby in the Target parking lot just today who he said had a certain 'thing' about him. He didn't hold a candle to you in my book. Your grandmother also thinks that you are the cutest baby in the world.

Speaking of your grandmother (What did you end up calling her, I wonder?), she is determined to be your favorite and buys you extravagant gifts randomly in attempts to ingratiate herself, not that you notice. This month she got you a jumperoo. Your little feet don't touch the ground yet, but we've put a pillow under them so you can bounce anyway. You don't really like it for too long at this point, but someday soon I think you'll stay in that thing for hours if we let you.

We got a new camera last week. Your father asked if we could get our Christmas present early so as not to miss any more photo opportunities with you. The point and shoot just wouldn't do anymore. One of the shots we've taken is pictured above. Does it look dated yet? You learned to stick out your tongue this month and now every time I look at you your big ol' tongue is sticking out with a line of drool hanging from it. Oh yeah, you're teething, which Aunt Pam says is a sign of intelligence this early. But the teething means that you need about three outfits a day because your incessant slobbering soaks through your clothes in a matter of minutes. The other picture is of your jumperoo.

You're about to wake up, I'm sure. Currently you are enjoying one of your last naps in the swing. It's all on you from tonight on out. Forgive me?

Love,
Mom

P.S. Your father was only kidding about the other baby's superior cuteness. Still. It was said.

P.P.S. Do we have universal health care yet?