When I first took Drum's 3 month photo, I wrote his weight and lenth wrong. I switched them so instead of 16 inches and 26 pounds, I wrote 26 pounds and 16 inches. I did the whole "photo shoot" without realizing it, and I died laughing when I realized it hours later. Can you imagine a 26 pound baby that's only 16 inches long? Gross. And then I had to do the whole shoot over again.
So first, the real 3 month photo:
And the mishap:
This has been a big month for Drummy. He's become so much more aware and interactive. He loves to look at stuffed animals - laugh at them, talk to them, and try to reach for them. He also fell in love with a balloon Mo got for her birthday. If I need to steal 10 minutes to do something, my best bet is to lay him on the floor with that balloon floating above him.
I think he may be going through a slight sleep regression. We never experienced this with Mo. She was a bad sleeper until around 12 weeks when she started sleeping 8-9 hours pretty consistently and she's been a rock star sleeper ever since. Drum was doing 5-6 hours, sometimes even longer, and now it's not uncommon for him to wake up every 3-4. I hope it's just because he's growing so fast. He's still in a rock 'n play in our room. It's still working well for all of us, so we have no plans to change yet.
His naps have not changed much. We still hold him for all his naps, but we recently started swaddling him and that seems to help him stay asleep longer. For a minute we thought maybe we should try harder to get him out of our arms for naps, but then we thought, "Out of our arms? No!!" That will happen on its own soon enough and we'll be longing for the days he used to snuggle with us. So we ignore the messes and the million things we need to do, and we just hold the kid whenever we can.
Sorry for the cleavage. And the dark circles. Geez.
He's now wearing 3-6 month clothes, and in some cases even bigger. Yesterday I put a pair of 12-24 month socks on him and they fit. Today he's wearing 9 month pants. He loves to stare at his hands and balls them into a blob of fingers in front of his face for close examination. When he gets sad, before he cries, his bottom lip sticks out. It's the saddest thing I've ever seen, and the second that lip comes out, I melt in a pile and scoop him up.
Drum has been very smiley this past month, and his big gummy grin gives us so much joy. He has started to notice Mo more, and she loves to get a smile out of him. I think their relationship is going to blossom as soon as he starts to laugh at her antics. He's just now discovering his laughter. A few days ago he accidentally giggled when I was putting his shirt on, and today I was flowing raspberries on his neck and he laughed over and over. It's the most glorious sound!
So the biggest things this month are daycare and digestion. He started daycare two weeks ago by going two days for 3 hours, just to sort of practice. Those days went great. He even took independent naps, which is to the credit of daycare magic. The next week (last week), he went three full days and it wasn't great. He was suffering from digestion issues, which meant he didn't eat well, didn't sleep well, and didn't feel good. Those things snowballed all day, and by the time I picked him up, he was pretty miserable. Bringing your kid to daycare for the first time is hard enough. Knowing he's miserable and you're not there for him is enough to break your heart. And it did. I hated work last week. Hated it.
His digestion is something he's struggled with since day one. When we were still in the hospital we noticed he was gassy, and it has only gotten worse. We've tried everything we can think of, and it has never gotten better. The doctor says it sucks but he's fine, and his digestive system will mature eventually and it'll all get better. One day. In the meantime, on top of gas that makes him scream and cry, he isn't pooping. He went from daily poops to once a week for no apparent reason, and even though I know it can be normal for breastfed babies to poop that infrequently, it doesn't seem normal for him to be so clearly miserable. It's a long boring story, but we've tried to get help from his doctor's office and it's been nothing but frustrating so far.
So if you have experience with a gassy baby who really needs to poop, I'd love to hear your suggestions!
Edited to add this photo of a side by side of Mo and Drum at 3 months: