It's true. We've made it to the three month mark. I don't know that there's anything really significant about three months. Some days making it through a day keeping the kids alive and fed feels like a feat so three months is kind of a big deal. 90 days of survival.
She's a sweetheart. She's started failing in the napping department but she's relatively content even when she isn't napping well.
The workers at the gym are able to get her to sleep so off to the gym we go...until someone comes home with hand foot and mouth or some other stupid disease that the kids all managed to get b/c they all think it's reasonable to lick the same thing or chew on shoes or whatever other dumb things kids do.
I have increased her bottle amount most times to 5 ounces. This means I can't use little (4 oz) bottles which means my bottle population is smaller. She doesn't always eat 5 ounces but she sucks down all 4 ozs.
She loves when you talk to her. I probably better get off the computer and go interact with her while I let the movie entertain the other two.We had to wake her up the other day to go somewhere - who knows where - since we don't go very many places these days. I love that she sleeps all curled up. It makes me want to curl up.
I don't ever put her on her stomach. I feel like since she sleeps on her stomach that counts as 'tummy time'. Big Willie is a hunter. He's a hunter of Miss Cate. He hunts her down like a bear.







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