Three months

It's true. I am the mother of a three month old. She is feisty and stubborn and happy. She is just learning how to laugh, a sound I relish every time I hear it. She cries when she is in the wrong position, which happens a lot when it's time to eat. I try hard not to get frustrated with this little girl but it happens, more frequently than I care to admit. I have to try my very hardest next time, and all the time, because I get rewarded with a magical smile with two cute dimples and snuggles in my chest. I get to take her to work with me which means every single day, I see my little girl. I remind myself that I am lucky, this is glorious because at times it can be too much togetherness. When she's fussy, when she can't stop crying, the together time is just too much. So I put her down, even though it sets off even more crying, I take a breath, and I pick her up singing a silly song. I get that beautiful smile and all is well. Isabel is growing into a wonderful person and I get to see it happen every single day. Things are good.