Bronwen Eliza turned three months old yesterday. Today I remembered to weigh her (12 lbs 0.5 oz) and take her pictures, but the camera battery ran out after only a few test shots, and by the time the battery had recharged, Bronwen had eaten half of her "3 months" sticker, and I had lost my natural light.
It was a "real life" sort of day. I am trying not to apologize for the crappy photography.
Nevertheless, in the midst of 7,000 Christmas parties and nursing my sore muscles (from killer boot camp classes at the Y), I was happy to take a few moments just to focus on her.
My sweet chunk-a-munk. She grins and giggles and says "agoo." She makes adorable screechy noises and then laughs at herself.
She nurses like nobody's business; she owns the boobs.
Madelyn, who calls her Bubby, is her biggest fan. But I think it is fair to say that we are all pretty enraptured.