It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Emma’s three months update! Get ready to be punched in the uterus.
So I like to call this the deer in the headlights look. You’d think I was making funny faces at her behind the camera or bribing her with buckets of ice cream or something. I swear, she will be doing something pretty dang adorable then the second I pull out my camera, she’ll be all stoic. I swear she’s like, “Be cool, be cool.”
Either she’s putting her fists up to punch me or waving her hands in the air like she just don’t care. You be the judge.
Month three was pretty amazing! She started to laugh and has been rolling around like nobody’s business. I swear, soon she’ll be dancing on broadway. Okay, just kidding, she needs to be at least 10 months for that.
So no doctor’s appointment this month but we did have a bit of an allergy scare. We thought she might have a cow’s milk allergy which she was getting through my breast milk. My first thoughts were, I’LL CUT OUT MILK, I’LL CUT OFF MY OWN ARM, ANYTHINGGGGG. My second thoughts were, Oh sweet Jesus, does that mean I have to cut out cheese and ice cream…? But we were just being silly geese. She’s completely fine. Whew! Cut to me swimming in that vat of fondue.
So Miss Emma over here was more interested in playing with her blocks than posing next to them. It went a little something like this…
Well that is just great Emma. Get it together!
This girl seems itching to get on the move. She has been sticking her butt up in the air while on her stomach, supporting her body on her legs, but keeps her face firmly planted on the floor. Then she’ll just pivot around on her head. PIVOT! PIVOT! (Quick, what’s that from?)
She’s also somewhat of an escape artist. We regularly find her out of her swaddle after a nap. And I’m not just talking about the baby burrito wrap, I’m talking about the specially designed velcro contraptions meant to keep baby’s arms down. We may need to use some bungee cord soon. (MOM, I am just kidding, we will not use bungee cord.)
And here’s another fun one (and by fun, I mean disgusting). She regularly rolls from back to belly, whines that she’s on her belly, spits up, then proceeds to smoosh her face all up in it. GROSS EMMA. I guess she’s preparing for freshman year in college.
Emma also had a great month with her grandmas. My mom and Paul’s mom were each here for a couple of weeks. They were gracious enough to send me photo updates and when she last ate and pooped. What peaches. They really helped me ease into the transition of going back to school. If it weren’t for them, I would have been curled up on the clinic floor bawling my eyes out. I’ll leave that to the dental-phobic patients.
