Nathan is now three months old. (Actually, he's 14 and a half weeks! Where does the time go?) I am pleased to note that we've had near-perfect growth and behavior.
Nate is, as of Friday's pediatric visit, 24 1/2 inches tall and just shy of 15 pounds. He's getting control of his motor skills and is a big fan of kicking and pinwheeling when happy.
Like his dad--as a child, at least; Dad's not like this anymore--Nathan has an excellent attention span, particularly for an infant his age. When captivated by a toy, a mobile, or the trees in the park, he can easily spend 45 minutes focused and content. He's cooing and laughing on and off all day, and he's quick to smile for Mom and Dad when he sees them.
Most importantly, Nate is a champ of a sleeper. After a week or so of midnight-to-9 a.m. nights, we eliminated his late-night feeding, and for the past two days he has slept from 8:45 p.m. to 7:30 a.m., give or take. He's officially sleeping through the night, going to bed and waking up happy. (And so are his parents.)
Mom and Dad marvel at his fast early growth: the clothes he's outgrown, the bassinets that are already too small, how different he looks. But mostly we marvel at our good fortune. Nathan is good-natured, easygoing, satisfied; he rarely cries without reason and is relaxed in his stroller and in the car. Lots of smiles for parents and grandparents alike. Every day is a fun day for him and for us.
