Being three for three on “X months old” pictures is actually better than I did with Cub, so chapeau to me! On the other hand, the little agenda I keep in lieu of a baby book is a bit sparse. I do not know how I thought of so many things to write each day about Cub’s development, because when I sit down to jot a note for Little Miss Cub, I come up with “she acted like a baby today.”
Month three of the wee girl’s life marks my personal “I’m in my SAHM/WAHM groove, thank you very much” milestone. October 2015 is the the three-year anniversary of when I started blogging (though those first feeble attempts no longer exist, at least, not here). It also marks the first month where, in terms of actual revenue, Papa Wolf is coming to understand what the heck I’ve been trying to accomplish sitting at my laptop at all hours of the day. I’m pretty excited! (Also excited about our Onya Baby!)
At her first visit with the public health nurse, who was a delight, Little Miss weighed in at 11 lbs, 3.5 oz and 57.5 cm tall. All in all, she’s an average baby, which is actually quite nice, because her brother was a jumbo baby and outgrew his clothes far too quickly for my taste!
If I were to highlight a particular event for this month, it would be the day I had both an injured wrist and injured ankle, and sought treatment for the former when the actual severe injury was the latter. My wrist was in pain due to a highly un-ergonomic desk set up, and a lot of blog posts written with my thumbs. My ankle was in pain and the size of a softball because I fell down the stairs. I managed to keep Little Miss Cub totally unscathed, but I rolled my ankle big time. My brother had recommended I see a physio for my wrist, and coincidentally, the day of my appointment was also the day of my ankle injury. I had SO. MUCH. FUN. at physio. I’m not even exaggerating. I had no idea what a physio would do, which is kind of sad since it’s what my brother does for a living. He sent me to a former classmate who happens to be practicing here in Calgary, and she was a riot! Plus, one of her colleagues had no patients and total baby fever. She held Little Miss Cub for a full hour! (Cub played iPad, he was super stoked.)
I got an epic wrist and forearm massage, and acupuncture. And while that was all going down, my physio thought she’d check my ankle, which I’d casually mentioned was sore. She undid my boot and to her horror, my ankle was a total mess.
I got to recline, be massaged, and have adult conversation for an hour while someone else held my (very content) baby and my preschooler got to zone out on Endless Alphabet and Lego City. My wrist was basically cured, and I’ve now got a fancy ergonomic keyboard and mouse, and am opting to dictate blog posts on my phone if I can, rather than thumb-typing them. As for my ankle… honestly, it’s still a bit sore!
Speaking of my own health, another epic moment from this month was when, for about two hours, I thought I might be pregnant. I had been feeling so dizzy and just “off” all day, and my husband was like: “Oh my gosh. What if you’re pregnant?” This would be a perfect example of an immaculate conception, but still, I spent two hours envisioning the reality of Irish twins until a test proved otherwise. Turns out I’d just forgotten to take my antidepressant for three days and was starting to feel some withdrawal. Glad we got that sorted!
At the three-month mark, Little Miss Cub is super alert and very smiley. We can elicit a giggle or two if we say “achoo” or “boo” in a high-pitched enough voice, and she will coo back at us if we start babbling like idiots. It’s a pretty sweet phase! She has really good neck control, and has had a little turn in the Jolly Jumper and the Exersaucer to prove it.
She nurses on average every four hours, and sleeps maybe a 5-hour stretch at night. I’m well rested, though, because I really don’t find rolling over to nurse her to be much of a disturbance. This week in particular, Cub has been waking up at 5 AM and coming into my bed… but then proceeding to sleep until TEN!!! And of course I’m getting up and being super productive while he’s sleeping in. Oh— right, I’m actually just sleeping, too.
Cub is working on the whole potty learning thing, as I’ve meticulously and humiliatingly detailed in my reviews of our cloth trainers. It’s frustrating at times, and then it’s just ridiculous, like when he fell asleep on the potty while dressed as Batman. He also insists on “huggling” me whenever I put him on the potty. That’s just a hug, but I guess to him it’s a combo of a hug and a snuggle! His new phrases (which are simply a reflection back on the way I talk) are: “I’m impressed!” / “Does that make sense?” / “Wow, that’s spooky!” and tacking “Huh?!” onto the end of all his statements to turn them into questions.
Also, this has been the month of Lego. Not Duplo, Lego. Thanks, Papa Wolf! We are well on our way to having the entire cast of Avengers in miniature… and so far we haven’t lost anyone, though it’s a daily crisis when one of them is temporarily M.I.A. 
Also this month, we voted, attended our first Calgary dinner party with The Monarch Mommy, went to the Telus Spark Science Center, went on a nature walk almost every weekend and went to the park plenty thanks to the unseasonably mild fall weather!
So, that about sums up the third month of Little Miss Cub’s life here at the Den!
What’s been going on at your house?
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