Gabriel is 12 weeks today. He's a cute little guy, smiles a lot and has recently discovered that he has hands and can make them do things. He's got a bit more hair now, but we still can't really tell what color it's going to be. And we still can't tell if his eyes are going to be blue or brown.
Sleep, uuuugh. I forgot how hard sleep deprivation gets by the third month! He's doing well overall, but man, I am tiiiired. I would sell a kidney for a week of good sleep at this point. He slept 10 hours straight a few nights ago and I felt like I had a whole new brain. It was glorious. Alas, it has not been repeated.
He's turned into an excellent napper, though, regularly doing multiple 2 hour naps a day. It's lovely, but now I'm worried he's sleeping too much during the day and therefore waking up more at night. Sigh. I tried explaining "wake windows" to my mother and she was so confused. What did they do back in the 80s? Did they just, like, let the babies sleep whenever?!? In any case, Gabriel is starting daycare in a few weeks and naps will be terrible there so I won't have to worry about this "problem" for much longer.
Jonah is turning 3 at the end of the month, which is hard for me to comprehend. He is a huge amount of fun now, but also an epic pain in the butt — he whines and cries and has a meltdown now over every tiny problem. This morning there were multiple rounds of tears: first, I did not let him eat an unlimited number of graham crackers. Second, I had the audacity to tell him he couldn't wear his winter hat to daycare (because it's 61 degrees outside). Finally, he was unable to zip up his coat by himself. So many tears! But he also told me he loved me and asked to cuddle, so does it even matter??
