You will notice there are no newsletters for months 1 & 2. This is due to two things:
One is that halfway through my draft of Month One Newsletter I broke down uncontrollably crying. It was probably too soon, you see, what with all the crazy hormones still in me and your inability to sleep more than 2 hours at a time. Good thing we’re in a better place now.
Two is that I started thinking the monthly letter thing a bit cliche. But here’s the thing — you have a mama who blogs, and these letters, well, they’re part of the gig. And besides, already — already! — I have begun to forget: what was my 2-week Wesley like? My 5-week Wesley?
One week you’re this crazy baby who cries the second we walk in a store, and the next you’re a baby who’s smiling at strangers. And then even as I write about your new calm ways, as I blog about your much-improved naps, you go and give your mama some of the worst nights ever so far, I think now to remind me who’s the boss.
By our unofficial measurements, this month you are 26″ tall, and yet again outgrowing clothing, this time your sleep sack. You’ve evened out a little weight-wise, 15 lbs. this month, which is only annoying because you’re still in range for 3-6 mos. clothing for weight but at the maximum for height. Are we destined never to see you in delicious footed pjs again?
This past month marked the days your hands became your treasure. Day in, day out, you work so diligently at getting your right hand in your mouth. Now, bringing your fist over your forehead is your self-soothe move of choice. Maybe next you’ll work on grabbing skills?
At night, I watch you on the video monitor diving after your pacifier so desperately, it is like watching Ewan MacGregor in that toilet scene in Trainspotting. In other words, you are a junky my love, and I’m convinced that if your little 3-month body soon rolls back to front it will be solely in pursuit of the darn thing.
Sadly at 3 months your head continues to be riddled with such craptastic cradle cap that I’ve become obsessed with constantly brush brushing it away. This is only okay because sometimes at night, before I go to bed, I take a long whiff of that brush, it smells so WeFo-like. Which is to say it smells like heaven.
That is a smell to remember, along with all your days.
Forever and ever,