Ireland at Three Months...

Our Ireland has gone from a perfect infant to a beautiful three month-old.  She is chubby and has legs like the Michelin Man, a full head of brown hair that takes on a slight red tinge in certain light, and has retained her piercing blue eyes.  BEAUTIFUL.

She started sleeping through the night a couple of weeks ago, which of course caused her parents great rejoicing, but has regressed back toward waking up a couple of times a night this week.  I have forgotten how cyclical these things are with newborns.  It's amazing how selective our memories are when it comes to children.  I know this phenomenon has been well documented, but I believe the human race would be on it's way to extinction if we as a species could remember in detail how tough it is to have an infant.

She is "talking" a lot.  Lot's of vowels, particularly the O sound.  She laughed out loud for the first time last week as well.  We were all in Blaire's room playing with a stuffed froggy when suddenly Ireland broke into a belly laugh.  We hadn't even noticed that she was paying attention to the whole thing, finding it quite amusing.  In general, she is a very pleasant, easy going baby.  We are very, very lucky.

A few of her favorite things ... bath time, sucking her thumb, watching football with daddy, running with mommy and sissy, batting around the toys in her gym, and being our sweet little dolly baby.