I feel like we’ve achieved a major milestone by making it to 3 months.  I don’t know why it has such an impact, but it does.  He’s no longer a newborn, he’s an infant and he’s sublime.

The last month we’ve been really getting out and about and it’s been great.  He’s just such a dream, even when he’s losing his banana’s in the fabric store I still can’t help but just smile.  We’ve tackled the eating in public, the nappy change in public, the poo nappy change in public and the regurgitate down the back of Mum’s shirt in public.  Each time we go out together I feel like we get a little better at the whole thing.

This past week we took his bassinet off his pram and changed it to the seat.  He’s just more awake during the day and I was finding that he was more settled if he could look around while we were out and about.  The downside is that he’s more exposed to noise and light so sleeping while out means we have to drape a blanket over his pram to give him some shut eye.  But it’s a small price to pay to see him just taking in everything around him when he is awake.

We’re getting more and more confident with him everyday and it’s great.  It’s actually allowed me to consider giving him a sibling, something I thought I would never do!

He’s starting to gain greater control of his head and we’re encouraging that by giving him more tummy time and doing sitting exercises with him.  I can’t wait for him to be able to sit up and watch us.  For some reason I always feel guilty with him laying in his bassinet while I’m doing things.  It doesn’t seem to phase him as he’s happy spending quality time with his mobile.

He’s a lot more vocal these days.  He laughs and giggles.  He grunts and seems to try to mimic sounds when we play with him.  He gets so excited at times that he just seems to lose all control over his limbs and he looks like he’s trying to jump up and down while laying down.  It cracks us up which just seems to amuse him even more.  He’s already got the egg beater kicking style down so maybe he’ll be a swimmer!

He’s growing so fast.  He’s moving out of his 000 and into his 00′s.  I’ve started to put all of his clothes into a storage tub as he out grows them so that I can either use them again or donate them.  I’m toying with the idea of taking some of his favourite items and turning them into a memory quilt.  At this rate though the house will be full of quilts.

We’ve got a couple of week to go until we’re leaving for our mini holiday and I can’t wait.  I don’t think I’ve been this excited to get home in years.  I’ve been given so much helpful information about flying with a baby by friends, I feel really prepared.  Which is calming my anxiety wonderfully.  We’ve organised things to help combat the sun, the heat and the change to sleeping arrangements.  He’s got his going out outfits all organised and I think we’ve got a good system down for when we’ll be on the plane.  Guess it will just remain to be seen.

I’m still trying to get used to the thought that in a month’s time we can try starting him on solids.  It’s both exciting and kind of weird.  The past couple of weeks he’s had a couple of chocking/gagging spells where he seems to be struggling with swallow his own spit.  He’s always had a slight touch of reflux and from what I can tell these spells are associated with that.  So after much debating in our house about whether it poses a SIDS risk or not we’ve ever so slightly elevated his cot and bassinet at one end to try and help him out.  So far it seems to be doing the trick.  A lot of the reading I’ve done about it suggests thickening his formula but there’s no real evidence it works.  However they all agree that moving on to solids does help some babies get it under control as it improves their swallowing abilities.

We have a pre-flight appointment with our GP in the next week or so and I’m going to talk to her about it.  I’m not that worried about it because everything I’ve seen/read indicates that he can’t die from it, it just gives him and us a big scare.  I feel like this is another big achievement, I’m going with my gut and trusting my instincts instead of just rushing him off to the ER.  (May prove to be my undoing, but I’m just going to trust myself.)

We’ve got a quarter of a year together under our belts and it’s been amazing.  I’m so in love with this little guy that at times I find it hard to believe.  I’m enthralled.  I can’t wait to see what the future holds.  Love him!