3 Months!

Wow.  No, really.  Wow.  He's three months old already.  He's growing up too fast.  I look at his tiny little newborn clothes and get a little misty eyed.  He's about ready to grow out of his 3 month stuff and move on to 6 month clothing!  NOOOooooooooo.

Sam is pretty awesome.  He does stuff now, which is fun.  Let me list:
~ bats at hanging toys
~ smiles like a fool, although he's not picky at what/who he smiles at
~ recognizes mommy and daddy
~ has started to giggle on occasion
~ holds head up on his own when seated
~ does baby crunches when holding him, has a few times pulled himself upright
~ middle of the night feedings have completely stopped
~ Sleeps from 9:30 sharp straight till about 4am when he starts grunting
~ eats roughly 4.5 ounces every 3 hours during the day
~ can stand and support his own weight if he wants to, which isn't often
~ coos, babbles, and does little squeals all day long!
~ hates tummy time with a passion, but can hold his head up

He also has become quite predictable.  We didn't implement a schedule.  Schedules apparently are "the thing" you simply must do to have a well behaved baby.  Aside from encouraging him to go to sleep at a reasonable time instead of midnight, we let him do his own thing.  His own thing apparently was making a schedule for himself.  At the moment you can set a clock by his feeding schedule.

I adore spending time with him.  I take him for walks around the neighborhood, read to him while he sits in his bumbo, and lay on the floor next to his activity gym and we talk.  But there is one thing he simply won't tolerate anymore - he won't sleep in my arms.  He might fall asleep while I'm holding him, but it won't last for long.  More often than not, he cries as soon as he's done his bottle because he wants me to lay him down!  Baby is tired and sleeping is serious business.

Sammy Chase, 3 months old today