Dexter is 3 months old today. This marks the official end of the "newborn" stage. He's had head control and been wearing 3-6 month size clothes for the last few weeks, so it feels like we actually left the newborn stage behind awhile ago. I have surprisingly mixed feelings about all this. Before he was born, I thought I might be impatient for the early baby stages to go by and his personality to emerge more fully. Instead I find myself relishing Dexter's baby-ness and really enjoying the simple pleasures a newborn offers. It helps that he has such a sweet disposition. Of course I love seeing him develop, but I'm just very aware of how fast the baby stage goes by, so I'm drinking it up while I can.
About that development. Well, Dexter's current favorite activity is making eye contact with a friendly face and having a little conversation that consists of cooing and giggling. It's not at all cute. Not at all. His head control is really good (he can now sit in one of those Bumbo contraptions), he grasps objects, and slowly but surely he's becoming mobile. Just some rolling around at this point, but I can no longer lay him down on a bed or couch and not worry about him crashing off it. He has more hair than Henry had at this age, but that's not saying much. Henry is still very affectionate with him; I suspect this won't change until Dexter starts to mess with his stuff. So we'll have at least a couple more months of peace before the lifelong sibling rivalry kicks in.
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