Happy 3-Months-Old Birthday!

Time flies when you have an angel of a baby! Three months...really...already!? Wow.

Not to brag, but I kind to HAVE to. She's simply beautiful. Stunning eyes. A sassy, gummy, smile. Lashes I'd pay for. Fashion-forward, trendy hair. ;) To top it all off, she's got a coo that will melt your heart. She's happy. Rarely fussy. And I can't get enough of her. There really is something 'different' about having a girl. Girl = Automatic Sweetness.

Already, at three months, she's well on her way to being sleep trained. She's already got her nights in check. Generally, she'll have her last bottle of the day around 8:30, then I'll lay her down in her crib awake/semi-awake/asleep (depending on her status after her bottle). She'll sleep straight until her early morning bottle around 5:30. Then she goes back to sleep until 9ish. LOVE HER!

She also rolls from belly to back, sucks her finger, holds her head up with little wobbling, has discovered her toes, and loves to talk!

Pretty much, the first three months of her life have been happily uneventful. The only bump in the road we've had is needing to switch her to soy formula. Her delicate tummy ended up on not being able to handle the full octane formula, and the blow-outs we're becoming the norm. Soy to the rescue!

Amongst all this happy-baby stuff, is a guilt-ridden mom. I'm constantly feeling as though I'm neglecting her. Yes, she's an amazingly easy baby. And this is great, considering I'm often needed by Preston. Or dinner needs made. Or the laundry needs folded. But I can't help but feel like I don't hold her enough. I don't play with her enough. I'm not with her enough, one on one. So why am I on here, I could be holding her right now!

Love you Norah Grace!