Quinn had her first visit to the dentist this week (I know, kind of late). But, the good news is, she was a champ. She looooved it. Or maybe she just loved the treasure chest and stickers. Either way, all her teeth are healthy and strong and she is more excited than ever to take care of them. Thanks, Dr Rob and co. #firstdentalvisit
Still smiling after a 101 fever. So sorry I had to miss work to stay home with this munchkin. #notsorry #justlikeoldtimes
Our long Thanksgiving weekend was filled with lots of love and family-time.
There was a parade with Debbie Gibson, a delicious turkey dinner with family, numerous brunches with friends, play-dates with three-year olds, walks around the neighborhood, sisterly playtime, drinks with friends and neighbors, college football, a date night and lots of hall decking.
Ruby was a little fussbucket for her first Turkey Day. I guess all that bragging about what an “easy” baby she is finally caught up with us. She wasn’t thankful any time we set her down and basically was in our arms the entire weekend. Of course, if that’s the only thing we have to complain about, we’re doing ok.
Quinn on the other hand, was an angel all weekend, so at least we had that. When the three-year old tyrant in her is on vacation, she is pretty much my favorite person.
And I was happy to finally have someone help me do all the decorating. Even if I had to rearrange all the ornaments when she wasn’t looking.
It was a wonderful weekend all around. Not to sound too cliche, but I’m so thankful for my beautiful family, wonderful friends and everything we have in our lives. Sometimes, I can’t believe how lucky I am.
We escaped both kids. First time since Ruby arrived. Margarita time! #thanksgrandmaamdgrandpa
Sunday mornings. #sisters
Saturday mornings. #sisters
Goodnight children. #finally
She can’t tell if bath time is fun or totally serious. #bathtime #babygiggles
Ruby, it looks like your newborn days are officially gone. Three months old. It’s weird, when Quinn was three months old, she seemed so big. But you, I feel like you are still a teeny newborn. Perspective, I suppose.
You really are such a sweet thing. People ask me all the time how you’re doing and I can’t stress enough how low-maintenance you are. Sure, you have your moments, but I couldn’t have asked for a more relaxed baby. This makes life so much easier with a rambunctious three year old. So, thank you.
There have only been 3 times since you were born where you have cried and I couldn’t console you. And those times were pretty heartbreaking. You definitely do not get upset easily, but when you do, look out. You get pissed.And you hate being left alone. We can’t leave you in a room without someone for more than 2 minutes. You definitely love being around all the action.
Mostly, you love to just sit back, relax and watch all the chaos unfold in our home as you blow bubbles and chew on your fist. You love watching your sister. No matter what she does to you, you just smile back at her. You are officially the most patient person in our home.
Lately, you have been trying harder to have your little voice be heard. There is a lot more “talking” coming from you. And by talking, I mean high-pitched squeals and yells. Especially at around 3am, which is no fun. But, at least you aren’t upset and crying, so I’ll take it.
You are smiling a lot these days, but have only laughed a few times, Mostly when I kiss your neck. You are grabbing at your “friends” that dangle from your play mat, although you don’t reach for anything else.
You fall asleep in your swing at night then sleep in your pack-in-play next to me when I come to bed. You still haven’t slept a wink in your crib, which I feel is going to be a problem soon if we don’t change it. But you are a decent sleeper, usually only waking up once or twice to eat. You like to be swaddled under your arms and you’ve usually wrangled your way out of it by morning.
And you’ll sleep in a carrier forever if we let you. Sunday, you slept in the Ergo the entire time we were at the marathon and afterwards as we sat and ate breakfast - over three hours. I kept brushing toast crumbs off of your head, but you didn’t seem to mind.
You’re eating well, but never fuss when you’re hungry. You went through a bit of a nursing strike for a few days that had me concerned, but seem to be doing much better now. You are still such a peanut, but definitely growing. I finally packed away a few of your newborn clothes last week, which made me kind of sad. Still, most of your three-month stuff is way too big.You’re growing so fast now. I feel like now that I’ve returned to work, it’s really going to start flying by. I miss you so much during the days, but I know you’re having fun with Grandma, Grandpa and Daddy, so it makes me feel a little better to know you’re bonding with other people who love you so much.
We all love you so much. Happy three months, RJ.