my littleface,

today, you are 3 months old! i can hardly believe it! you've grown sooooo much since you were born that you're almost a different baby. and no worries, you won't have a check-up until next month so you won't be tortured by that evil doctor with her nasty needles on your special day.

ava-marie, you are truly your father's daughter. not only do you look just like him but you also have his temperament. you are the most mellow baby i've ever known. i can sit with you for hours just talking and you just smile and coo and melt my heart with all your cuteness. but sometimes, you're so calm and relaxed that it scares me, and i've had to scare you by making a sudden loud noise so you'll cry. mommy's not crazy she just needs to know you're all there.

your biggest milestones this past month were trying to pull up and stand up. daddy loves to let you grip his fingers to see how long you'll hang on if he lets you dangle a bit. i don't like that. when i smack him, it's not because i don't love him; i do it for your safety. you also like to grab fingers so you can stand up and be all wiggly. i'd really like for you to not do that. mommy's still not used to the idea of you getting older and more independent.

you had your first thanksgiving with all your aunts, uncles, your two bad cousins and grandparents. you will not remember it, but i promise you'll hear about it at every family gathering and it won't be a surprise. by the time you're old enough to understand what happened, you're just gonna shake your head and say 'yep, sounds like them.'

your first christmas is just days away and i can't tell you how excited i am for you. i know we went a little overboard with all the presents for you, but you gotta understand that this is mommy and daddy's first christmas as a mommy and daddy. indulge us, mmkay?

right now, you're getting over your first cold. i would greatly appreciate it if you never got sick ever again. that first week was hell week for mommy and daddy. you barely slept or ate and you cried more than i'd ever heard you cry since you were a tiny littleface. at one point, you cried until you couldn't cry anymore. you lifted your little head up, looked at daddy and let out a huge sigh and just whimpered. i felt so bad for you that i finished crying for you. then daddy went out and found some vapor baby bath and the nights got a LOT easier for us.

and since you're feeling so much better, we attempted to take christmas pictures this past saturday. epic fail, ava. epic fail. i'm starting to see a pattern when it comes to you dealing with "professionals". you just don't cooperate. and you looked so fucking cute in your little red dress and with the matching headband and the cutest black shoes. even when we got home you wouldn't have any picture time. why do you do this to me?

my sweetness, every day you bring more joy to my life. there are times i just look at you and cry because i'm so happy to have you here. like right now, you're sleeping so peacefully with your daddy and i can't help but smile and tear up a bit. i love you with every fiber of my being and nothing will ever change that. i do have one small request though. when i'm changing your poopy diaper, could you please not stick your hands in the poop and create an even bigger mess than what i began with?

lotsa hugs & kisses,

mommy

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