Some fun details about you at twelve weeks:
You are happy in your carseat. Whenever we have to go out somewhere I make a big deal about how we are off on an adventure. Whereever we're headed, it's for sure going to be an adventure. I am so grateful that you make it easy to run errands. Usually, you stay in the carseat and I push a cart full of mostly you around (and around) the store. I think you like the noise and the lights and you grin happily at anything - avocados, walls of cereal, bolts of multi-colored fabric - it doesn't matter what you're looking at. It's like the entire store was set up for your entertainment and as long as I keep the cart rolling, you're happy to be there.
You are making quite an effort to sit up. While you used to be content to sit reclined, you now grunt yourself into the beginnings of a sit-up position and get frustrated when you can't keep yourself there. Dad has been propping you up against a pillow and that keeps you content for approximately four minutes. (Someday you'll learn that four minutes of content baby is a massive achievement.) Because it reclines, you'll soon outgrow that bunny chair we've all loved so much, but until that day, I like to sit you in it on the floor of the kitchen while I prep dinner. As long as I keep a running commentary of what's happening ("Now we're washing green beans!" "Now we're adding salt!" "Now we're mashing garlic!") you're thrilled. Plus, I get to feel like I'm the host of some low-budget cooking show.
You have learned how to grasp soft objects. Most of the day is spent holding tightly to one of your burp clothes. There are at least ten beautiful homemade blankets at your disposal and fifty-cent white cotton burp clothes are your favorite thing to hang on to. Someday you'll hopefully love the fancy blankets and in the meantime, watching you clutch little bits of white fabric and grin at me is adorable.
You enjoy hearing me sing and act out "the itsy-bitsy spider." I had totally forgotten about that song until we sang it at the beginning of our mama and baby yoga class. Now I repeat it over and over each day. You watch the hand motions and are so enthralled that I have made up hand motions for every other song I can think of. My rendition of "twinkle twinkle little star" is the best, for sure. When you're sitting against my knees watching me preform I always think - "man, do I want a picture of this." But getting out the camera or shouting to dad would break the magic of the moment so I focus instead on imprinting it exactly into my mind. Watching you watch me with wonder is so far is my favorite part of being a mama.
You are breezing through your twice daily tummy-time exercise like it's no big deal. We have a few multi-colored plush toys that hold your attention and I can almost see the gears in your head turning as you contemplate how to get closer to those toys. You want to inch forward. You know you can't yet, but oh sweet girl, do you want to. I can hardly believe that one of these days the gears will finally click and the wheels will turn and you'll be off. You'll be moving and reaching and growing. And I'll cheering you on and wiping away tears.
You have the sweetest little voice. I don't think I'd ever heard baby babble before and now it's the soundtrack of my day. You ooh and ah and coo and ohhh and blow bubbles. When you are not chatting, I am making all sorts of sound effects to encourage you and get you to grin. The other night before bed, I held you, all swaddled up and we talked back and forth. We took turns sharing sounds. Your brow furled at times and you smiled at times. I could tell it was quite the conversation for you. I love this part, Ellerie. I love that we are starting to really engage. It's such a sweet preview of what is ahead.
My girl, everyday you are changing and learning something new and sharing something special. You have brought extra magic to my joyful life. Thank you for being you.
yours forever, Mama.