Little Sailor has officially been in existence for a whole year – 9 months hanging out in my tummy, followed by 3 glorious months going from a little helpless jellyfish-esque newborn to a slightly less helpless monkey-esque 3 month old. It is amazing how much a baby can change in three little months! I have heard the first three months referred to as the “fourth trimester” and it definitely feels like that might be true. I have mentioned before that I think I lucked out with a reasonably easy baby but things continue to get easier and more enjoyable. How is that even possible! I thought she was already at the pinnacle of enjoyableness! Does it just keep increasing in awesomeness until the kid reaches 13 years old, at which point it plummets to a new, dizzying low?
Sailor is a champ at holding her head up – I don’t really have to think about that little weeble wobble head anymore. Sometimes she does a little bobble head move in order to get full control of the upper half of her body, but even that occurs far less frequently than before. She also seems a lot less random in her movements – Blake and I used to joke that she was constantly conducting imaginary orchestras, but is now able to keep her arms still! I had no idea that was even a milestone! The ability to not move in seemingly random jerks – congrats, baby!
She smiles ALL THE TIME. I had no idea how happy that would make me! I personally think she is the smiliest baby that ever smiled, but I MIGHT just be a little biased. Her little smile could cause world peace. Seriously, people. Someone should bring Sailor to the United Nations or something and then smile at her – she would smile and then voila. All wars would end. I spend approximately 99% of all my time with her attempting to get her to smile – I mean, who wouldn’t???
She is getting some meat on her bones – she has little baby arm dimples, and the best thing in the world – rubber band wrists. She coos all the time – especially enjoying when I copy whatever noise she made back at her – apparently, that is the height of comedy. She laughs sometimes – I assume that this will increase like smiling did until I die of cuteness.
She remains, of course, the best baby of all time.