Age: 3 months
Weight: 12 lbs 8 oz.
Sleeping: Was 6-8 hours, but now….not so much.
Cool Tricks: rolling over, scooting off the bouncer (Yay for gravity…) if we forgot to buckle him in, holding and sucking on Sophie the Giraffe, and twirling a full 360 on his back.
For a while, Little B was sleeping the whole night. we were getting to bed by 9 PM and waking up around 6.
SO we eventually get out of bed around 8 AM, maybe 7. I feed him, change him, lotion him up and we go to the couch for some cooing and snuggling. I try my hardest to remember this next step, but most of the time I forget to brush my teeth. Gross, I know. I’ll get to it at some point in the day. Somehow, I never seem to forget to make myself coffee…
Little B is on a every 2 hour, don’t be a minute late growth spurt eating schedule. I’m starting to feel the side effects. All I want to do is eat. And boy, do I love meat. I can go througha pre-sliced ham in two days. It’s like pregnancy cravings only minus the fetus. In fact, I crave burgers. I hate burgers.
Keep in mind, during the day I’m attempting to be a full time student, write on the blog, and eat food. So when I’m in the middle of something, I especially dread the crying. By noon, he’s tired, and I want him to nap but he seems to protest naps these days. After about an hour or two of trying to get him to take a nap, I give up.
Around 12:30 I’m making an attempt to eat lunch. I end up grabbing a bag of pretzels and chomping away. I’m not complaining, I love pretzels!!
Eventually I sense he might be a little bored, and as much as I love snuggling, I enjoy watching him play more, especially now that he is actually playing with his toys! I’ll even put him on his tummy for tummy time and see if he’ll roll over. The first time that happened, I was literally just taking pictures of him and then FLOP!
Around 5:30 or 6, Granny makes her grand arrival. AKA hand that baby over so I can turn my brain off, even for just a couple of minutes so they can have Granny and B time.
Then theres the Great Dinner Debate where Granny and I can never decide what we want to eat, because frankly we don’t care about dinner. But deep down inside….
Then its dinner and time to put B to bed with one last feeding before I cross my fingers he stays asleep.