That’s old. I'm not a newborn anymore? No way!
You still think I'm cute, right? It’s my giant head bobble, isn't it? Sweeeet.
I couldn’t help myself with the captions this week because three months (or 13 weeks) means a whole lot more personality in miss baby that’s quite hard to capture. (Must try harder next week!)
New things up with the lady: lots of bubble blowing and spools of drool. The teen was quite grossed out when he gave her a hug and was left with a trail of baby slobber down his back. So funny.
She has discovered she can clasp her hands together and spends quite a bit of time clasping and unclasping her long baby fingers.
And she is chatting even more, if that can be believed.
This weekend is her first Easter. Exactly one year ago today, or rather on Easter Saturday last year, I found out that a new baby was on it's way. The best Easter surprise ever.
What will you be doing this long weekend? An Easter hunt perhaps? Never too old for those chocolate bunnies! But possibly your wee one, like Miss Rose, is too young. At what age will you/did you let your kiddo indulge in the traditional chocolate fare? I'd love to hear.