Dear Adelai | 3 Months | : Not A Newborn Anymore

Dear Adelai,

This morning I put away all of your 0-3 month clothes and organized your 3-6 month outfits. These onesies that looked so large just one month ago are now fitting you marvelously. In a way it seems like an eternity that you were born, while at the same time these past 13 weeks have flown by. I guess that means I am soaking it up and enjoying the moment.

You're not so little anymore, though you're not so big either. The cuddle bug you were just a few weeks ago has evolved into a girl who loves to see the world. You're most happy when you are standing with just the assistance of a couple of handholds, when you are on the changing table watching your mobile, or when someone is talking to you.

Oh, and your smile! One of my favorite memories from this month was when we were at the store and you talked to both of the cash register ladies. You stood up on the checkout counter and told the sweet elderly ladies all about your life and wooed them with your sweet open-mouth smile and coos. Please stay sweet forever.

I still wear you on my chest for walks or cleaning, but your desire to be confined to the carrier or stroller is slowly fading. You just want to be able to move!

Happy three months, daughter. You are no longer a newborn.

Love,

Mom

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