At Three Months, Lincoln:
-Weighs 15 pounds 4 ounces
-Is wearing 6 month clothing and has been for weeks now
-Has added L's, M's, and G's to his letter lexicon
-Giggles! And it's my absolute favorite thing in the world
-Loves standing (supported of course), planking in the air in my arms, sitting up, kicking his legs and flapping his arms ... basically anything other than laying down
-Has finally started napping well again
-Sleeps 8 hours a night regularly! Woohoo!
-Wants so badly to sit up, hold his own bottle, and talk. In fact, pictures were kinda difficult this time because he kept trying to sit up straight!
-Looks less and less like a newborn
-Loves his bouncy chair ... like insanely loves it
-Has finally noticed the dogs
-Loves looking at faces and anything with a face (including animals on his feet and stuffed animals)
-Still doesn't love the paci
-But loves sucking on his hands, my hands, my arm, his blankets, his clothes, his toys, ANYTHING but his paci
-Loves walks
-Has discovered the fun of spit bubbles
-Is fully weaned to the bottle and formula. And mom is a much more balanced woman!
-Can sit up fairly well when supported with pillows behind him
-Has the mini push-up almost mastered
-Bats away the bottle when he doesn't want it
-Grabs at our faces and hands
-Is fascinated by his toes
-And technology (especially my phone)
-Is just way more alert and cognizant of his surroundings
This is such a fun age! He's not as cuddly as he used to be, but still quite cuddly. And he's so alert and interactive. I love his giggles and smiles.
Have I mentioned how I much I love being a mom? I was afraid I would resent my lost alone time, or get bored with this little newborn who can't talk or crawl or play with toys much, but it is the funnest thing I've ever done. Motherhood is this crazy blend of nature vs. nurture. There are things that are so biological and instinctive, like my drive to protect him. But so many things that I'm learning and that are helping me grow as a person.
It's pretty much my favorite thing ever.







