3 months

yes! that is dawson's creek running on amazon prime in the background. and yes! if you've shown even remote interest in receiving henry update pictures from me you've seen this video already. so sorry. but i love it, and i think you should watch it again. and again. and again. and again. because i have!

today henry is three months old, and i don't even want to talk about what that means for his daytime nap schedule because he has essentially fazed them out all together. twenty minutes is what we get around here, two or three times in a day. it's unnatural, is what that is!

in other news, i've waxed poetic one too many times about how dependent we are on a good swaddle around here, and so you can imagine my fear when huck and his slippery little arms started to weasel clean out of the swaddler every.blasted.time i laid him down this week. i'm talking, within minutes! and on cue, arms start flailing and both eyes pop open as if straight jet fuel burns through his veins. 'not tired, mom!' he's shouting at me through the monitor, legs shooting into the air then slamming down like sledge hammers. 'not tired at.all, mom!' which is (somewhat) just fine at 11am while i'm trying to fold laundry or shovel a bowl of oatmeal into my mouth before the monster calls, but at 2am the story is lots different and your narrator is delirious and super.unhappy. so we tried everything: looser swaddle - "nope, i can break out of that too mom!", only one arm swaddled - "ha, mom, you're so fuuuuuunny!", no arms swaddled - "mom, still not tired!", sleep sack with arms inside the arm holes - "my arms go up in here too mom, and now my face is inside the head hole and i.can't.breath!" you know how this story goes, because the kid needs to sleep (and so does his mother), so something had to be done! with athletic stamina, we bounced and bounced and bounced until huckster reached the deepest of deep slumbers, and then, moving in a way that only cats and parents know how to move we laid him down and prayed. ten minutes later his legs were flying, he was doing cookies in his crib, and the sound of his wails... well i know you heard them so we don't even need to talk about it. and then suddenly, in the middle of our tenth or eleventh bounce of the night, he exhausted himself clean out. we laid him down, his eyes locked tight, his legs still flailing. and now we know, without a swaddle he flails in his sleep, almost constantly. his arms are never still. his grunts never cease. but he sleeps, miraculously. and last night, the night before his three month birthday, he slept for over e.i.g.h.t hours. his gift to me. and i'll take it and run.

but my boy, he is getting so big. his giggles are coming more often lately, especially when daddy is contorting henny's body into silly predicaments or mommy is making crazy noises (she calls it singing) and there are hand motions involved. bath time is still just tolerable, because that water is so unpredictable the way it splashes straight into his face when he kicks and who ever said hanging out naked was any kind of fun at all? every time i lift him from his crib in the morning he feels bigger, more in control of his body. he's got this cool personality that levels me every single day. happy 3 months buddy. you make our lives so very complete.

do you think hucky baby can spare a smile? nope, not at this time mom. and i don't need a nap!

also, 1 month and 2 months