3 months

Milestones:

Audrey:

12 lbs, 8 oz, 24 inches. That's 75th percentile in both categories.

I'm still not listening when the doctor tells me her head in centimeters, but I did catch that it was in the 90th percentile.

Sleeping regularly through the night. Loooooooove this about her.

Eating well.

Generally happy. In fact, the only time she cries is when she's overtired, or when you take her bottle away too early in the morning. As her dad says, "If you take away her groceries, she will CUT you."

Smiles and giggles.

Recognizes mommy, daddy, and Katchya (her nanny).

Loves to "chat" back and forth with you by cackling and cooing.

Locks focus on things she's interested in.

Strong! She likes to kick hard. While doing tummy time she lifts her head, feet and hands. (Lord, with my back, I can't even do that.) Also, she locks her legs and pushes up when we "stand" her on her feet.

Likes TV. Too much. We're trying to keep her away.

Likes to look at herself in a mirror.

While she's definitely into touching things, she's not as interested in actually reaching for them.

Me:

Had a birthday. I'm officially 35 with a kid. Jesus.

Still not sleeping that well.

Went to the dentist. Got a haircut. Feeling human here and there.

Not breastfeeding. That ended up being a fiasco I'll post about another day.

Still can't fit into any of my pants.

Went on my first business trip since Audball was born and nabbed myself another client. I wasn't actually looking for one and I have mixed feelings about it (I was feeling really good about the balance I had between 25 hours work time and mom-time) but in this economy I didn't feel I should turn them down.

I'm not crying about mom as much. There are still raw moments, but I've been talking about her more and finding more ways to cope that don't involve baked goods and/or wine. Actually, lately when I think about her I've found I'm thinking about her quirks and imperfections (and absolute lunacy, on occasion) with a softer, more compassionate and loving view. This is not at all surprising -- you never truly appreciate people until they're gone, of course -- but what has been interesting is how I'm also carrying that softer attitude toward my own mothering. I find myself worrying less about what kind of mother I am, or will be. It's as if I've awakened to this insight that my sloppy messy crazy mom loved me and managed to raise me right, and I loved her, and it's OK. It's OK to be a disaster mom sometimes. The kid will be OK. I'll be OK. And despite the fact that the journey will be bumpy, Audrey will love me, because that's what we do. We love our parents no matter what. Nice, huh?

Mr. Anderson:

On a post-pregnancy diet. This is slightly irritating to me given my pants situation, but I've decided to get over it.

Running nearly every morning.

Getting back to house projects.

Kicking ass, as usual.