chillin’ at three months

I was holding you today and I realized something.

You are getting so big.

I used to be able to place you on my lap and you were a perfect fit, knee to thigh, and you didn’t move.  As a floppy newborn, you just melted into the space.

You are three months old now.

As of Wednesday.  Three months.

That’s a clothing size at your age.

You are no longer a floppy newborn.

In fact, you are quite aware that you can kick your legs as if you were running from rabid dogs.  You can plank your body which is maddening when I am trying to sit you down to burp you.

You are this close to being able to hold your head perfectly still when I sit you up.

And just recently?  You found your hands.

I remember watching Eddie find his hands, and you do the exact same thing.

One minute you are flailing all of your limbs and then suddenly, you focus straight in front of you and bring your hands together.  This is when you plunge toward them to get them in your mouth as quickly as humanly possible.

Up until this past week, you didn’t have much interest in the play mat; you would much rather look at me or your daddy or Eddie.  Now that you know you have hands and that you can grab things, you enjoy more time there.  Except that once this week you grabbed onto Jim, the octopus on the Gym, and you couldn’t figure out how to let go.  I almost let you be to see if you would fall asleep that way, but you got angry and so I helped you out.

The other day daddy found you on your side, and today you planted your feet and thrust your hips at me repeatedly.  You are getting ready to go places, kid.

But you’re so chill about it.

You love to watch life, smile your adorable smirk, and then take a nap.

The only thing that can get you mad is a hungry tummy.  And to be honest, you go from happy to screaming like a woman who was just mugged by Satan in .0000008 seconds.

Like how you decided yesterday after we went to the Farmer’s Market that you were hungry NOW, but Eddie and I wanted Starbucks and you screamed through the drive thru, all the way home, and into the house while I made your bottle.  Pausing only occasionally to listen to Eddie singing you the ABC’s at the top of his lungs to drown you out.

But once you are fed (one of your six 5oz bottles a day), you are back to your happy, chill self.

Your “small” self.  Well, compared to your brother who was more than 2 pounds heavier, and inch longer, and had a head that was a good 3 cm larger.  He was busting into 6 month clothes, while you are filling out 3 and 3-6 month just fine.

My little Bird.

Just wondering what we are all doing and when you will be able to join in the fun.

Sometimes I even think you are plotting something.

No.  that can’t be it.


Oh.  Here is your monthly comparison to your brother.

Yup. You’re brothers.

But one of you has my personality, and the other has dad’s.

I’ll let you guess who is more like who.


Happy three months, Bird.

I love you.

About Katie

Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a middle school English teacher, writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.


  1. THREE months already??

    Oh he’s just sweet. Sweet and yes, plotting. Godspeed. 🙂

  2. Oh he is just so adorable! I love it when they are 3 months, that is when the cooing started for all three of my boys! *sigh*

  3. Aw, I love this age! They’re still so little, but their personality is coming through. He is so adorable!

  4. He’s the cutest, but so is Eddie. Before you know it you’ll be writing a 6 months post… oh why does time pass so quickly? Enjoy…

  5. Omg three months of adorableness.

  6. They are definitely brothers, huh? The changes in the beginning are so subtle and then BAM! once you notice them, it’s all you can see. Three months goes by fast. I KNOW you are enjoying every minute. Give him a snuggle for me.