Three Months

Dearest Fiona: You are three months old! I realize that I never wrote you a letter when you turned two months. I'm afraid you are a second child, and these things are going to happen quite frequently. You'd better adjust.

Your Daddy and I often ask ourselves, "Did Patrick do this?" And we find we usually can't remember. So we find ourselves newly amazed by your developing skills. Like how you hold up your head, getting THIS CLOSE to rolling over, and chewing on your hands with such vigor. We love watching you grow and change, seeing how you interact more with the world every day.

But my goodness, you are opinionated. Conditions must be perfect! You get easily distracted while nursing, and you only like the swing when you are theeese close to falling asleep. Thank goodness you like the carrier or else I'd never get anything done.

You are still sleeping (mostly) through the night, to which you have my eternal gratitude. It makes up for the fact you are a difficult napper during the day. You are fitful about the whole thing, even protesting the concept until you pass out in the carseat and the carrier.

And oh, the carseat. Otherwise known as The Seat Of Torture. You are not fond of the carseat At All. Until you fall asleep, you protest your carseat loudly and consistently. I feel bad for your grandparents, because this habit of yours will directly impact my desire to drive down for a little visit. Perhaps I'll get brave in the next month. Or maybe not.

Having two kids does not double the work. More like quadruple it. I'm always figuring out how to balance out your needs and your brother's needs. I'm more tolerant of your unhappiness. I know that you are fine in the carseat/swing/crib/floor while I take care of something that is a touch more urgent than your unhappiness. While this doesn't mean much to you at this age, it means a lot to me. It means I have faith in both of our abilities to handle discomfort for 30 seconds. It means that I leave you be to enjoy yourself and you can figure out how to handle life without being hovered over.

Your brother is also starting to learn these lessons and is significantly more unhappy about it than you. Poor first born.

And speaking of your brother, he just lurves you so much. Like George and Bugs Bunny, he wants to hold you and squeeze you. He wants to help you nurse! He wants to push your stroller. He wants to know where you are at all times. I never would have thought he'd be so tolerant of sharing his parents attention. Knowing you have each other is a real blessing. Someday, you'll have to tell me what it's like to have a big brother.

You have made our family complete, my sweet beautiful girl. I love you so very much.

Love
Mommy