This month you discovered toys. Because of this fondness for plastic keyboards that light up and sing, our living room has begun featuring a "Toys"R"Us" motif. I watch you sit so confidently in your play saucer and wonder over your instinctive grasp of how to properly see-saw koala bears. You get so excited that your whole body shakes with it. You have also decided that my phone is a target to obtain and drool all over. Your daddy takes this as a sign that you will be a tech-nerd like him.
You contine to enjoy grabbing at the monkey and giraffe hanging merrily from your play mat. However, now you actually catch them. And use them to roll over.
That's right...you can roll over! It's only happened five times, but you've used this new skill to showcase your stubborn side. You will happily flip, flip, flip from one side to the other, getting yourself prepared for the big roll until I grab my camera. Then you give me a big slobbery grin and stay planted firmly on your back.
All refusals to perform aside, you are no longer content to lie around all day. Our daily regime consists of 20 minutes of sitting up, 30 minutes of standing practice, another 20 minutes of rolling time, and an hour or so of wandering around the house and yard together. We're looking into a personal trainer for you.
Actually, as much as I enjoy the occasional nap break, I wouldn't give up our little workouts. You have introduced me to amazement and incredible self-doubt. Already I worry that by not putting you on a feeding schedule, or by allowing you to nap in the living room instead of in your room, I am putting your life on a collision course with jail or even worse...politics.
Then you take a moment out of your busy day to smile at me. To practice your pterodactyl squeal when I sing you a verse of "Dexter is a Smart Boy." Or to nestle on my shoulder after a long day on the boat.
Maybe, just maybe, I'm doing something right. Happy Three Months.
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