Maggie was three months old yesterday. One-quarter of a year! It hardly seems possible. For some reason, she's gone back to waking up during the night, but I know that's all temporary, and that soon, she'll be sleeping through her nights (and mine!) once more. She's becoming interested in toys now, trying to grab them and hold on. One thing she does grab very easily: my hair. Oww! So most days call for a ponytail for me. She's been suffering a patch of eczema on her arm and we had her at the doctor a few days ago because of it, so I know her weight was a hearty 13 pounds, 7 ounces. Which means she's gained a pound-and-a-half in just a few weeks! Growing like crazy, she is. Still sweet as ever, even with the nasty eczema. People marvel at her all the time, at her calm demeanor, her easy smile and laugh, and her remarkable tummy time skills. Heck, I still marvel at her. And probably will for awhile yet!
