3 months of Gladys

It's strange how the exact same amount of time can seem both so long and so short.  Sweet Gladys has been with us for three months now.  She is still a dream come true--sleeping well, eating well--with such a patient temperament.  I look at her smiling sweetly at me and ask her, "Are you going to be sassy like your sister when you're five?"  I can't even imagine it, though I understand that it's a developmental guarantee.

There is not a doctor visit associated with 3 months, but I can say that we are still wearing size one diapers, though once these ones are all gone, we're transitioning to size two diapers.  She's still in size 3-6 month clothing, but I can tell that she's getting longer.  She's sleeping less, though she's still sleeping a lot.

She doesn't take a pacifier, and she's only had a bottle one time (right before Eli left for AT--she didn't love it, but she didn't scream like a banshee, either).  She has, most recently, discovered her fists, and she will suck on them as soon as she can break them out of the swaddle.

She can mostly sleep through the chaos and commotion caused by her siblings, and she can sleep through a whole lot of hammering, as I found out when I took her to the Home Depot Kids' Workshop yesterday.

Tomorrow she goes to daycare for the first time.  It's weird knowing that this little person was inside of me for nine months, and pretty constantly with me for 3 months, and that year of togetherness is all about to end.  E & O will be spending the first three days at daycare with her until school starts on Thursday, so that's good.  But I do have mixed emotions about leaving her and am going to try not to cry so that the big kids don't think I won't miss them, too. (I'll miss them, but in more of an "absence makes the heart grow fonder" kind of way...haha.)

I don't know if I chronicled it, but the first day that Elsie went to daycare, she was twelve weeks old, and it was the first day of new teacher orientation at OMS.  I started crying the minute I dropped her off and kept crying even after I made it to school and walked past all the district's principals and our superintendent.  Yep.  That's something to remember and be remembered for.  Can't believe that was five years ago.  

Tomorrow should go much more smoothly.  :)

Cheers.