Our little guy is now officially an "infant" at three months old, and somehow he seems like such a tiny little thing and a big boy all at once.
He's swatting at objects and having a blast doing it. It's so interesting to see him genuinely entertained by toys now.
He of course likes people more than toys, and gives us big smiles all day long.
He's rolling onto his side regularly but thankfully hasn't made a full roll yet. We are still swaddling him and have progressed to swaddling only his arms (his legs are out since he loves kicking).
He regularly takes 7 oz. bottles, which is more than Orelia ever took from one. He's a good eater, and we are grateful for that.
He's managed to sleep through the night on a handful of occasions, but as soon as I mention the accomplishment to anyone he will decide to nurse twice the next night. At least occasionally I'm treated to a pretty full night's sleep, which always makes a mama thrilled.
He's still enthused by his paci, but it lately has only been making an appearance to get him to drift off for naps. There's not much need for a pacifier during the day when you're a cheerful little guy. Plus apparently nibbling on his own knuckles is pretty fun.
He still enjoys a nice walk, even though the weather hasn't provided tons of opportunities for them lately. He can stay awake in the Bjorn carrier for a decent amount of time and loves to look around from the new perspective.
He is a chatty little guy and I adore "conversing" with him in his own special language. I never remember Orelia being quite as good at going back and forth with "oohs" and "aahs." It is a blast.
His little coos and squeals make Orelia burst out laughing. She is his very best friend.
We love our chubby-cheeked boy more than words can say.
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