Three Months

From this:To this:I am pretty sure the baby in the second picture ate our baby and took her place. There really is no other way to explain it. I mean, look at her. How could a little person change so much in such a short time? Luckily, this replacement baby is pretty cute, and sleeps through the night, so we are willing to go along with her little charade.

This last month has been epic in watching Meg develop a personality. First of all, she discovered pouting. Now, if we are doing something that displeases her she sticks out her lower lip and looks away. She can keep it up for a while too if she is really unhappy, but we don't mind because it is so damn adorable. Meg has also become more willful this month, especially when it comes to sleep. While she doesn't mind actually being asleep, she hates getting there, and most nights will fight it like a piranha. She spits out her pacifier, wriggles in her blanket, and scrunches up her face like she is going to explode. After about three of those displays though she has worn herself out and has no choice but to doze off, usually with a little grin on her face.

The best thing about the new Meg is her voice. She is talking up a storm. In the morning she is especially chatty, telling us about her night, and what she wants to do that day. At least I think that's what is it, I don't speak baby. Oh, and she sings. Whenever I am singing to her she just coos along, watching my lips like she is trying to remember the lyrics. She is a big fan of show tunes, especially anything Julie Andrews.

I really cannot believe it's been three months. Everyone told us it would fly by, but I thought they were just being jerks. Turns out they were right, and the newborn stage just slipped through our fingers. Now I feel like I am spending every second watching Meg, hoping to memorize what she is like as a baby, because she won't be one for very long.

Oh, how I love my girl.