Three Months

We are still alive...I think...I guess I could be dreaming:) Sometimes I feel like I'm in a dream, a blurry fog of fatigue and happiness. Quincy was born three months ago today, on a Sunday. Some parts of that day I remember like it was actually today and some parts I don't remember very well or accurately. One day I'm going to blog about the day Q was born and the Saturday before.

This month we don't have a doctors appointment. It's weird to me that they trust us with the little dude for 2 whole months before checking in on him. I guess they figure that if we didn't kill him in the first 8 weeks (when a killing is highly likely), then we can make it 16 weeks before checking on us again. The four month appointment is in January. So, I'm guessing on the stats. He feels much more thicker than before, I'm guessing around 12-13 lbs. His face is filling out and his little legs now have rolls! Not sure about length except to say that he can't wear anything with footsies attached. This makes me very sad because one of my very favorite thing about kids clothes are the onsies that have footsies. He's too long for that. And too long for overalls. His diaper would protect from a furious wedgie, but I can't do that to him.
He isn't as dependent on his pacifier as before and often sucks on his entire fist! He has slept through the night a few times but nothing regular yet. He knows that bedtime is different from other naps and he doesn't fight it. He will go to bed without rocking and entertain himself until he falls asleep.

I'm still breastfeeding some. I usually feed him once a day. Once I went back to work it was too time consuming and stressful to pump, so we introduced formula and gradually weaned him from breast milk as his primary source. It is really weird that I haven't wanted to give up breastfeeding all together. I do enjoy not being tied down to every 3 hours of every day...but nothing has been sweeter so far than to breastfeed. Except maybe the smiles, that is pretty cool too!

He smiles all the time and is "talking" up a storm. Many times he talks so much that John and I can't get a word in edgewise. If we only knew what he was saying. He has officially outgrown all newborn clothes and most 3 month outfits. He can follow your voice with his eyes and kind of spastically waves his arms when he is excited. He still LOVES baths. He is drinking 6-8oz every 3-4 hours. I'm not sure, is this too much?

He is cuddly and so much fun. We fall more in love with him everyday...we wouldn't of course kill him, but we might kill for him!