Dear Lucy,
Today you are three months old.
In the last week, you have giggled for the first time, learned to sleep all night in your crib, and begun grabbing your toys and bringing them all the way to your mouth. Just today you started singing along when your daddy played you Liz Phair songs on his guitar. I was convinced that you were actually shouting in rhythm, but Shaggy didn't seem so sure. It's also possible that he has higher standards for rhythm than I do, but you'll find all that out in due time.
These days your favorite things include the black and white side of the whoozit, your fists, the wooden rattle from Peru, tummy kisses (and foot kisses and hand kisses and cheek kisses), nightly baths, and lying on the sheepskin rug in front of the fire. And of course your mother's lolas (we're learning Spanish body parts!), which supercede all other joys to such an extent that it almost goes without saying. Quite a change from our struggles with nursing in your first month of life!
Things you hate: falling asleep, wet diapers, and car rides longer than 10 minutes.
It feels simultaneously like three months cannot have passed so quickly and that we have had you for an eternity--sometimes it is hard to picture our pre-Lucy existence. I feel certain that I didn't used to talk so much about bodily fluids, but what did I do with all my free time? More and more you have charmed your little way into my heart.
Your eyes are still blue and your fingers are still long and your hair still has a curl that on my favorite days manifests itself as a tidal wave on the top of your head. I can't get enough of kissing the warm skin on the back of your neck. Happy third monthiversary my sweet Lula!
Love,
Your Mama
