3 months



We are officially out of newborn territory and into full-fledged baby land. Although I feel like my tiny little hold-in-one-hand newborn left a long time ago. Forrest has outgrown his sheepskin and his carrycot and his bouncing chair and all of his clothes (seriously, the 6-9 month stuff is looking a little snug).

He can pick up things and put them in his mouth and much to our surprise, can roll over, when he can be bothered. He loves playing lids in any shape or size and then there is Sophie. I don’t think I could write enough wonderful things about that Giraffe.
He has developed a total fear of his own reflection in the mirror which is both incredibly sad and very funny at the same time. He adores standing up and staring at our lamp. I think we are discovering that bar that giraffe, Forrest is a baby of cheap simple pleasures. 


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