Abigail has been growing and developing so much lately! On her three month birthday, she rolled over for the first time. Actually, she rolled over for the first and second time, which was great because we were sort of ready for it the second time and were able to get the video. Earlier that day, I took her to the breast feeding clinic at the hospital to get her weighed, and we found out that she's 12 lbs 14 oz. On her two month birthday she was 10 lbs 9 oz, so we totally missed 11 lbs. Maybe she doesn't like odd numbers.
After a "I don't think I'll take any more naps" stage, Abigail has decided that maybe sleeping during the day isn't such a bad thing after all. That's been fantastic for me, because it gives me a couple of hours in the afternoon to get something done other than hold the baby, try to stop the crying, etc. I also usually am able to get a shower in the morning, rather than 8:00 at night, at which point it's really just about the principle of the thing instead of getting ready for the day. But the past couple of days I've spent getting a garden going in the back yard. It's pretty tiny - all we have are a couple tomato plants and a cucumber plant, surrounded by marigolds - but I'm excited about it. I've been wanting to put in a garden for awhile now, and hopefully in a few months we'll have some nice vegetables from there. They'd better be nice. I got eaten alive by mosquitoes digging up all the grass and weeds to make the garden, and I'd like to think that it was worth it this fall.
Abigail has also learned to recognize her bedtime routine, which wouldn't be bad except that she doesn't like bedtime. Not only does she recognize her routine, but she's figured it out to the point that she knows that Dad is the one who puts her down after she's had her last feeding of the day. So for the past couple of days, I've fed her, and then when I picked her up to burp her, as soon as she saw Adam she's started to cry. And it's the saddest little cry ever, because it starts out as the hugest pout you've ever seen and then ginormous tears start falling from her eyes and then she starts to make crying noises. So that breaks my heart every night. We're not sure why she hates bedtime so much - we think maybe she just doesn't want to be left alone in her crib. Who knew a three month old could get so lonely?
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