Three Months!

I can't believe Reese is a quarter of a year as of yesterday March 11, 2012. I don't know how much she weighs because our scale at home is whack, but I'm sure she is growing based on the clothes that no longer fit her.

I can't remember life without her, nor do I want to, as cheesy as that sounds. She is our little dream girl. We are in LOOOOVVVVEEEE with our Reeser Girl!

Important side note: Reese laughed for the first time on Sunday March 4, when she was exactly 12 weeks. I was pumping her legs almost like riding a bike but pedaling out to the sides and she laughed. It was perfect because Devon and I were both right there to hear it. I was worried that her first laugh would be just us at home and Devon wouldn't believe me! Since then, she has laughed a few times. Another time at home with me and Devon made her laugh a bunch of times at Sam's Club. It is like music to our ears!

Sometimes she has more than one bath in a day. And sometimes she has more than two baths in a day. Yesterday (in a 24-hr stretch) she had three baths. Maybe she was trying to tell me that on her three-month birthday all she wanted to do was sit in her bathtub.

I love when she falls asleep in funny positions--like with her arm sticking straight up in the air.

Watching TV (against Mom's wishes)

So we already know who the bad guy is in this parental relationship... me! The doctor recommends no screen time until the age of two. So what do I find...??

I guess you could call this father-daughter TV bonding time. She looks like a mini redneck. I thought it would be funny to photoshop a beer in her hand but then that would also be wrong on a few different levels. I secretly love this picture... and now publicly love this picture.

Going on a walk

Devon hates walks. (He said he doesn't hate it if there is a destination, so I told him the destination is home. He then informed me that he is not that stupid.) I think he was excited to go on this walk since it was a first--and wherever Reese is he is. It is really the cutest thing. The air was chilly and crisp so we put her in her warm fuzzy jumpsuit (one of our patients at work got it for her). She was serious at first and then happy. This was February 2nd and Reese was almost eight weeks old.