Happy 3 month birthday Fiona!
Fiona is 13.15 lbs. and 24″-ish. Today F spent several hours at g3’s (grandpa & grandma golding) while mom had her hair cut and did some major grocery shopping. F didn’t totally take the bottle…but she played with it in her mouth for a while without crying and drank maybe a sip or two. She was in a fantastic mood and entertained her grandparents and their neighbor with all of her stories (she tells a real zinger) and amazed them with her ability to fit not just one but two fists in her mouth!
I’m not going to tell you that we saw fairy dust falling from the sky….but there has been a light sprinkling. Maybe 12 weeks was off…maybe it’s actually 3 months…you know depending on whose calendar you go by and where the moon is and the earth on its axis….anyway….things are changing….I picked F up from her grandparents and they told me she only cried a couple of times (not bad since she’s bottleless) I put her in her car seat….drove home….walked around looking at things….fed her…..bounced her off into a nap……cooked dinner…..dad watched basketball with her….changed her into her p.j.’s…..i fed her again and bounced her back off to nighty nighty…..ALL WITH NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO CRYING!!!!!!! I’m telling you there was like 3 whole hours of NO CRYING!!!!!!
I actually checked her temperature to make sure that she wasn’t sick. really i did….sad i know….but really i did.
Now I hear you nay sayers out there….you poo-poooers…..”it was a fluke” “it will be the last time for years” “she’s just saving her energy for later”…..but if i’ve learned anything in my short time in motherhood it’s that you measure success in hours, minutes, even seconds. That one-in-a-row counts and that close is not just for horseshoes and hand grenades.
I’ve been trying for days to get her cute little giggles and her chats on film but I think I’d have better luck catching a garden nome dancing…so you will have to due with still photos for now…I couldn’t pick her best pix so you get two….one with her signature gangsta-lean and one show casing her favorite thing…her fist.
Ah the light at the end of the tunnel. I love what you said about measuring success in hours, minutes and seconds and that one-in-a-row counts!!! So true. Only way we can keep our sanity! I’m glad to hear she seems to be coming around!