Samuel at 3 months
Carter around 3 months
Her smile creases the corners of her mouth and her cheeks dimple as her smile reaches her those gray eyes, making them twinkle. She coos and smiles on demand. I know I've said it again and again, but this girl has such a happy little soul. Being around her is such a gift, and I am so grateful God made her just the way He did.
This dear girl is easy going, drifting off to sleep in the midst of noise and busy-ness. She loves to be toted about in the Mob or Ergo, and will only sleep in those carriers with her nose and mouth pressed straight into me. It looks disconcertingly like she would suffocate in my shirt, but she obviously breathes well in there and naps happily as we are out and about through most morning naps.
Ella still has Ma's eyes. It's a gift to see them and remind me so frequently a lady who was so much of who I want to be. Ma had this little smirk that she passed along to my dad that I see in Ella all the time. One side of her mouth will lift, and I catch my breath a little at the similarity. Her hair is still growing, curling around her ears and sticking out at every angle. It still garners the most comments and tricks people into thinking she is much older than she is.
Ella is my little companion and tag-along, curled against me everywhere I go. This season is so fleeting, it makes me grateful for my little bundle strapped on all the time. At night, she curls beside me and tickles me with her tiny toes. She eats several times each night, but goes right back to sleep when she is finished. In the morning, she wakes smiling and cooing.
Ella still loves bath time. I love how peaceful she is in the water...so different from the fun, splashing bathtimes of her brothers! I'm sure she will be a splashy, loud bathtime participant very soon, so I am relishing these quiet baths in the bowl in the sink while they last. (Though the very morning after I started this blog and typed this, she cried through most of her bath....funny baby)
The dear girl hates, hates gas and will protest angrily when it bubbles in her tummy. This mostly happens in the evenings, and the cry is unmistakable. Apparently, I was just the same way, and my dad comments frequently about how much Ella likes to be held just as I did: facing out, standing up :) When she consents to the decrease in elevation, he rocks her, half-sleeping in the same golden rocker he spent long nights rocking me. It's a good chair and a good man, that Boo.
Occasionally, Ella will cry and I am somehow the only solution. As soon as she is lowered into my arms, her cries die out and she is content again. Though I love babies, I am no baby whisperer, and I don't have this calming presence to every baby I touch. But I do with my three. It's not because I have a skill or have earned the right, but because of who I am. I am theirs, and they are mine. My identity as their mother is all I need to "earn" their love that doesn't have to be earned at all. It reminds me so much of the Lord, loving me for who I am as His daughter. As the Jesus Storybook Bible says, "They were lovely because He loved them." Thank goodness for not having to muster up enough loveliness to be loved. There is such rest in being loved for the whole of who you are...such a gift to someone who could never measure up on her own.
I know I have the tendency to ramble on with superfluous, flowery adjectives about my children. I know. Much of motherhood is the mundane making of beds, sandwiches and amends over stolen trains. Large chunks of time are devoted to the daily brushing of teeth, hair, and crumbs. But in all these simple, repetitive stitches, I can see the beautiful quilt of their childhood being sewn, and I am too much of a romantic to not ramble on about it.
So grateful for these sweet months with Ella...and our little three who make up the fun dynamic of our family. What blessings children are!
Ella at 2 months
Ella at 1 month