3 Months

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Dear Baby Abe,
Today you turn three months old, but I feel like I have known you my whole life (I think that being awake a large portion of your life, makes it seem longer). I thought I would start writing letters to you every month and let you know what you are doing and how much you have grown. I am stealing this idea from another Web site, so your Mama didn't think of this all on her own. Oh well. I thought this was a good idea, because I always wondered what sort of things I was doing when I was a baby. Since we have no solid records, I am going to imagine that I was speaking French at four months and doing cartwheels at five months.

Obviously, being advanced runs in the family. If you could take a Baby SAT, you would be getting letters from Harvard and Yale. Your Daddy and I think you are the strongest and smartest baby in all the land. So far, you have excellent head control and can lift it up all the way when you are on your tummy. Daddy does workouts with you, and hopes that you get Mama's masculine calves. We are working on rolling over, and I bet you will be there in no time. We are trying to teach you how to blow a raspberry and when I do it to you, you try so hard to mimic me. Your little tongue works overtime. I seriously cannot believe how smart you are!

So far you really enjoy suckingon your hand and sleeping. You would suck on your hand day and night if we let you. I tasted your hand, and it does not taste like chocolate so I am not sure why you like it so much.

I want to thank you for sleeping so long during the night. When you sleep so long, I wake up and make sure you are still breathing. Sometimes, though, you don't fall asleep too easy. Last night you were laying in your bed and making all these noises. I was hoping that you would just nod off, but you wouldn't. So, I finally picked you up. You nestled your little head in my neck nook and fell instantly asleep. All you wanted was your Mama. Those are moments that make up for all of the hours of sleep that I have missed (and even maybe some stretch marks, but you have time to make up for those).

I had to go back to work, and I am still having a hard time being away from you. I have pictures of you in my office and I stare at them a lot. I don't understand how people at my work do not tell me that you are the cutest baby they have ever seen, every time they walk by. That is what I think, at least. You are very lucky that you get to spend time with Grandma Jillsy during the day. I think you guys have a lot of fun together, because you always laugh at her when she does moo-ja-lah. Sometimes Grandma Pat comes over. She introduced you to the Doodlebops. I am not sure if I am okay with that -- they sort of freak me out.

I think you must be pretty happy with your life, and I am glad. You smile and laugh all of the time. There is nothing better to me, than waking up in the morning to your smiling face. Your Daddy and I talk about how we can't wait to come home to you every day and giving you a kiss. I try to enjoy every day with you in baby-mode, because I know time will fly, and soon you will be cutting Ozzie's hair and drawing on the walls with markers. I will still love you then, too, don't worry.

Love,
Mama