Misha Man: 3 months!

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Hello dear readers!  As a few of you have gently reminded me, Misha has very officially crossed the three month mark and I need to post his monthly report!  Until recently, I counted "months" as every four weeks, but this strategy doesn't pan out; Misha's "twelve month birthday" ends up somewhere in February (as opposed to April 13th)!  My dad wisely suggested counting months according to date.  So, let's say that July 13th marks Misha's third month of wonderment and adorableness in this world.

Reading with Dad..."Little Blue Truck," one of his favorites (and mine!  There is a goat!)
Misha really likes...

  • Repeating sounds back and forth like in conversation (Maaaaa Maaa! Vroooo! Vrroooo!)
  • Reading books with mom or dad
  • Sitting independently in our tan leather chair.  He is so impressed with himself.  
  • Being held and carried
  • Coaching his runner mom from his stroller- "Get going mom!  Less talking, more running!"
  • Grabbing and pulling mobiles and mom's hair
  • Getting his diaper changed
  • Throwing washcloths off of himself in the middle of being changed
  • Splashing his feet in the bathtub
  • Being outside in any capacity- in the hammock, at the picnic table, on walks...
  • Falling asleep to his dad's piano music
  • Sticking out his tongue
  • Rolling from his belly to his back
  • Working his way through several outfits in one day
  • And...possibly his very favorite thing...NURSING!

Mom and Dad look more excited than Misha does about their big date night!
 Look how far he's come...


 At this point, Misha has not slept through the night, but he can go for longish stretches (about four hours).  We are also looking forward to witnessing his first real laugh.  :)





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