Eliza, three months

We’d heard so much about the three month mark being that mythical point where babies calm down and become much more manageable – is three is the magic number? Well, I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point approaching this month, Eliza did seem to get a whole lot easier. We can’t pinpoint it to one thing, rather a combination of her getting older, Alex and I becoming more acclimatised to parenthood, the discovery of Infacol, and her sleeping better – most of the time! – meaning I’m getting lots of sleep too. She’s now much more content and happy, and everything suddenly became a whole lot more fun for all of us.

Here’s three things about our three-month old:

• The discovery of hands was a revelation for her. New favourite things to grip at the moment are my hair, big handfuls of my skin when she’s happily breastfeeding – ouch – or her little red spoon, a present from Grandma for the beach that she now won’t put down, much to Alex and I’s amusement
• Our baby is such a smiley joy at the moment. I can forgive her for not going to sleep till 4am then waking up every hour when she chuckles at me (she had a bad couple of nights recently but luckily seems to have regressed back to normal-good-sleepy baby, fingers crossed)
• She is tantalisingly close to a tipping-over point, and has spent a lot of time over the past few days turning herself around on her play mat, swinging her legs up and launching over to one side with a determined look on her little face. As a result, I have spent a lot of time watching her, even if an ANTM repeat is on TV, it’s that good

Eliza, I’m so excited about everything we’ve got to look forward to; if what’s coming next is even a third as good as what we’ve seen so far, then it’ll be fantastic.