You are 3 Months Baby Bear!

3mo Dearest Baby Bear,

3 months? Feels more like 3 years! No, no - not in a bad way Baby Bear - we just have done so much and you have grown so much, that it's hard to believe you can learn and change so much in just one months time!

During the past month you have learned all sorts of new tricks! You can grab onto toys and bring them to your mouth like a champ! Your new favorite thing is to play on your "jungle gym" as I call it - you lay on your back and look up at flashing lights, music and spinning objects that dangle from the gym. You crack up so hard while your playing in your gym. Sometimes it looks like you are playing a drum kit! You kick hanging monkeys with your feet, punch a hanging rattle with your right hand and with your left hand try to grap the spinning toys. DOUBLE BASS DOUBLE BASS! This further proves my prediction that you are going to be very musical someday!

The other fun thing that you do now is babble and chat with me. I will ask you something and you respond by chatting and laughing. We do this every morning for a good bit of time - that's usually when you are the happiest. Yes Little Bear, sometimes you can be quite a grouch! It's funny, one moment you are laughing and the next minute you look so grouchy! Your Grandma Sue thinks that maybe you are going to be really serious and think your Papa and I are pretty ridiculous (which we are). I think that you might just have a really great poker face.

Speaking of poker - we went on our first family trip a few weeks ago! The 3 of us went to Las Vegas for your uncle Patrick and aunt Sophie's wedding. It was the first time you got to meet a lot of family - you met your Grandpa Adam, Great Grandma Mary, Aunt Loretta, and your cousins Sierra and Jonah! Sierra wanted to hold you right away and you looked huge in her arms!

I will tell you a funny story about Vegas. We bought you an adorable little sailor outfit (including a sailor hat!) to wear to the wedding. When we arrived at Cesar's Palace you started screaming and I couldn't figure out why you were so upset. I picked you up out of your car seat and you had pooped all the way up your back, all over your car seat and of course your all white sailor suit. You kept looking at your Papa and I with this look that said, "Guys, I'm so sorry - I feel miserable!" It was quite an ordeal!

Love you so much Baby Bear - here's to another month of love, laughs, antics and growing!




You and Papa hamming it up during your photo shoot.


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Chico's Outfit:

Yellow & Grey Bow Tie Onsie with Vest - Noah's Boutique on Etsy - Cool thing about this? The onsie has snaps on it and you can order different ties, suspenders, vests, etc to snap right on to create different looks. We actually ordered this for the wedding but it didn't come in time. It's okay though, you would have just pooped on it anyways. ;)

Blanket - This was Mama's Baby Blanket a long time ago. Grandma saved it and brought it over when you were just born. PRetty cool that we can share stuff right Cheeks?

Papa got Mama a Prezzie.

push I remember the first time I heard the phrase "Push Present." I was highly confused and thought the name was borderline vulgar (really, a present for "pushing" out an infant?). It just sounded like another consumer/capitalistic ploy for women to put pressure on their partners to get them something expensive.

Fast forward to my current life. I made mention of the term and my husband had never heard of it either. When I informed him of the definition he thought it was equally silly ... but then in the same breath said he would want to get me something when I gave birth to his child someday.

This is what is touching about my husband. He does kind things because he WANTS to, not because he's pressured to. I'm just not that type of girl. If you know me you know that I never owned a designer purse, any sort of diamonds, etc. before meeting and being spoiled by my amazing husband. I didn't know what a "carat" meant or anything else about that world. My husband picked out my wedding ring on his own because he's awesome like that.

I had read a blog post about Push Presents on the blog "Renegade Mothering," and thought it was a little "obvious." The writer's point is that a piece of jewelery cannot "make up" for the fact that she now pees when she sneezes and has saggy tits. She adds that she would prefer her husband, "Love me. Go to work. Don’t cheat. Wash the fucking dishes."

Well duh. Obviously. Jesus Christ - isn't that part of the deal when you are in a relationship with someone? To love them, be faithful (unless otherwise agreed upon) and to share daily life responsibilities? If your partner feels moved to get you something special after you've given birth to his child can't it be just that?

Should you ask or put pressure on someone to get you a Push Present? Hell no! But if you do that, you are probably the type of girl who drops obnoxious hints about wanting expensive bags and shoes all the time too.

Adam took my wedding rings to "get cleaned" last week so that when I can wear them again (my rings are currently too tight to wear due to pregnancy water retention) they'd be nice and shiny. When he came home and gave me the box to "see how nicely they cleaned them" there was a new, third band in the box.

Surprises like this are what make me fall in love with my husband more and more every day. It has nothing to do with the fact that he got me diamonds. What makes my heart explode is that he had been putting money aside months ago because he wanted to get me something to show his appreciate for me after I gave birth to our son. It's the thought and the sentiment behind a gift that makes it great. Not the price tag.

Push Present debate - rage on.