Dear Lucy,
Just when I don't think it's possible, I manage to love you more each day. While I get weepy at the thought of you someday not being my little baby, I know great things are ahead. I can see you grow before my eyes with each day that passes. You get a little taller, you learn a new expression, or you develop a new skill overnight. It's getting harder to remember that warm little newborn lump you once were just weeks ago! I'm sure all mommies think this, but I often want to freeze time. I never want to forget your little tics and sounds. I especially love the scrunchy face you make after eating or waking up where your body arches, your arms fly up by your ears and your eyebrows raise. I hope you always make this face that I can't even put into words -- when you start eating or sucking on your bink, you make this little attack face. I adore the soft little noises you make during our early morning nursing session. I love touching your soft chubby thighs and feeling the strength of those little legs. The way you smile and laugh at me just melts me into a puddle.
Your third month was a big month for us all. You started sleeping mostly through the night just in time for me to return to work. You started afternoon daycare (you're doing great - they all love you and say you're a good, happy baby). You and Daddy have your mornings together. While each week brings a new challenge, we've all settled into a nice little routine rather easily.
You absolutely love being sung to, whether it's old country music or rap or commercial jingles! You are more aware of everything including color and light (which now includes the TV). You do so well when Mommy wants to take photos with your phone or camera. You're a great little traveler, probably because you have no eating or napping schedule -- you just like to snack and catnap all day!
We've had no health issues this month! Your gas issues have pretty much gone away. You mainly cry when you're hungry or overtired. Tummy time is definitely not your favorite.
I wonder constantly when I'll fully believe that you're my daughter. It often seems like you're on loan and that someone will pick you up someday. How is it this amazing little baby belongs to ME?
You're my world, Buggy Lu!!
Love, Mommy