three months

Dear Oscar,

When people ask when you were born, the actual calendar escapes me, and for a few seconds all I can think is "Friday the 13th". Friday the 13th at a crowded hospital, apparently a popular day to give birth. So many of the babies of the parents in our prenatal class were born on memorable Spring days: April Fool's, May Day, Cinco de Mayo. And, of course, Friday the 13th.

Yesterday was another Friday the 13th, but this time it was July and you were already three months old.

You smile at us all the time, and typically couple the smile with raised eyebrows and a flirtatious one-shoulder shrug. It is extremely compelling, and you should see the faces we make back at you. And you laugh! It's like a squeeze-box version of a belly laugh, and it usually comes when we do something you like to your body the first time. For example, kissing your toes and then making clicking noises. Or floofing your tummy. Or yesterday, jiggling you up and down in your stroller while making goo goo eyes at you.

You've smiled at neighbors and friends, and made quite an impression; our neighbor Brandy joked that he hadn't gotten a smile from your sister until just this year.

In the last week you've started to be fussier and to wake up more at night; I think you might already be teething. I think I hope you are just teething, and that at some point you'll go back to sleeping more than 3 hours at a time.

I'm trying not to rush you getting older, but my heart does an excited cheer when you roll to your side, so close to making it all the way over to your belly, and every time we eat something delicious I want to share it with you. Summer is in full swing here in Portland, I'm looking forward to you getting a little bit more head control so we can introduce you to the pool.

I love you!

Love,
Mama