Three Months

The first week Abigail was home I thought this day would never come.  And now here she is, three months old, at the end of the so-called "fourth trimester."

What a big girl!

The 411 on three-month old Abby:

• She is ultra-cute.
• She smiles, big, open-mouthed smiles.  They are ultra-cute.
• She talks.  Sometimes very loudly.  It's ultra-cute.
• She loves her soft yet noisy crinkle book.  Greg has caught her turning the pages.  She usually just chews on it when I'm around.
• She's starting to put everything in her mouth. . .bear blanket, stuffed turtle, her fist, the cat bed at her grandparents' house. . .
• She's mesmerized by the T.V.  I'm starting to feel guilty about watching shows in the evening.
• Luckily, she's only mesmerized by the T.V. for 15 minutes max.  That's her threshold for pretty much anything and then we need to change activities.
• She loves when Greg talks to her in a British accent and when I sing the score to Les Miserables.  You know that's true love.  I have a horrible voice.
• She has a lot of gas.  It's ultra-cute that she can toot nearly as loud as her father.
• She falls asleep as soon as the car starts moving, unless she's already been asleep for awhile, in which case, she lets you know that she wants out.  NOW.
• She's an angel when she sleeps.