davejenbarnes
Dear James,
You are officially three months old now and I can’t believe it. On Monday, you graduated to your crib, which I must admit, makes you look very grown up. I know, I know, someday you won’t believe that you slept 90 nights in your pack-n-play bassinet but you did. The poor pack-n-play matress is bent because you grew so much and got too heavy for the 15 pound weight limit but we still put you to bed in it! Thankfully, mommy assembled the crib with casters on the legs so we can at least wheel it into our room. So, you’re not sleeping in a different room, just a different bed.
You stayed in the church nursery for the first time last Sunday. It was so hard to hand you over to the nice looking woman and I couldn’t have done it so your daddy carried you into the church because he knew he could hand you over. We filled out the paperwork to let the nursery ladies know that you don’t eat formula and you can have a binkie and that you like swinging.
You LOVE swinging. We have already changed the size D batteries in your swing 4 times! And the swing takes 4 of them! Why the heck they don’t make an AC adapter for the swing we will never understand. So, when you turn 16 and wonder why mom and dad don’t buy you a car it’s because of all the batteries we had to buy for your swing addiction when you were three months old.
This month, you totally disarmed both of us with your smiles which you made us work for – but they were worth it. It’s hard to get pictures of you smiling because you can’t see mommy when she has the camera to her face and when you can’t see mommy, you can’t smile for her. This has resulted in mommy trying to blindly aim the camera to catch your smiles, so we have plenty of blurry partial pictures of you. Enough to last the rest of your life.
Love,
Mom
