At three months old, Pickle:
~ is full of smiles for anyone who pays him the slightest bit of attention.
~ doesn’t like to be ignored. Put him down on a blanket or under the play gym, sure, but prepare to be yelled at if you so much as think of moving away from him!
~ has just been discovered to have a tongue-tie I’m not sure why it wasn’t picked up before now, but there you go. Luckily, it doesn’t seem to be affecting his weight gain, so we just have to monitor his feeding for now. He has also seen three different Plunket nurses on three different occasions. I love Plunket, I really do, but they’ve been pretty slack this time around, and I’m feeling a bit despondent about the level of care we’re getting right now. I know it’s a resourcing issue, but if there was something wrong or I needed more support from them, I’d be feeling a little like they didn’t care about my baby.
~ has brown flecks around his pupils, so might end up with the same delicious brown eyes as his brother and daddy.
~ loves nappy-off time. And the subsequent wayward-arc-of-pee.
~ thinks his big brother is the best thing EVER. He’ll follow Tiny’s voice with his eyes, strain to see him, and grin like the Cheshire Cat when he speaks to him. In fact, tummy time is most successful when Tiny lies in front of Pickle and calls out to him.
~ has taken to waking in the morning and having a good stretch and wiggle before yelling for a feed. And when the blanket is taken off, he gives the widest, sweetest smile, and it melts my heart every time.