Trio

These last few weeks have been insanely busy and very surreal. In addition to preparing for D's arrival back home there's Christmas shopping, packing, organizing, and tying up loose ends intermixed with soaking up time with family.

D finally made his way home over a week ago. We both don't do very well when separated so there was a slight awkwardness when he arrived. Not only do we sort of have to get to know each other again, but there's a new little girl added to the mix. And, honestly, I'm playing down the awkwardness quite a bit.

We filled our first few days with just the three of us running errands and having lunch together. D is already an amazing, sweet, and fun daddy. He's jumped right in and is extremely hands on. (There are many times where he wants to do everything.) I'm even impressed that he takes on cloth diapering and does very well. Mila-bird recognizes her dad's voice and finds him hilarious.

I love these two together. I love watching them play. I especially love watching them cuddle.

I love being a trio.

And Then There Were Three

All of a sudden you are over 3 months old, Miss Bird. Seriously?

You continue to be laid back baby that's easy to please, although we do have some fussy moments.

You discovered your loud singing voice. You enjoy serenading your mama at your 11pm feeding, sometimes lasting for almost an hour. I can't decide if you sing in the car to amuse yourself or cover up your mama's singing but, either way, it's down right adorable. You do it with such enthusisum that at times you sing yourself into dreamland.

You think your hands taste mighty fine, love to look at things while hanging upside-down, and have mastered the art of arching your back when displeased. You're starting to entertain the idea of possibly rolling over... but you don't seem to be in a hurry to practice.

We celebrated your first Thanksgiving, stuffed you in a bucket for your first professional pictures, visited your Nana and Papa, walked down Christmas Tree Lane, played with your first toys and continued to miss your daddy like crazy. It's become known around this house that you have a remarkable knack for being unimpressed at participating in many "firsts." But, a funny noise from grandpa or a glimpse of yourself in the mirror lights you up like a Christmas tree. Sigh.

Everyday we fall more in love with you, Mila.