A Cinco De Mayo Update

Miles just wrapped up his 3 month birthday last week and is changing by leaps and bounds on an almost daily basis. He's been smiling for quite a while but uttered his first genuine laugh a couple of weeks ago as my dad lifted him up in the air. He also enjoys, after a nice big bottle, laying on his back with a paci in his mouth and talking. People always tell you babies say their first word when they're about a year old but I think a 3 month old repeating the word "goya" over and over is quite a feat in itself. I have decreed that the Spanish drink name brand is his first REAL word. I have to admit it was almost creepy to hear a true human-sounding voice coming from that little being who, up until now, has mostly exercised his lungs to scream.
He's also presumably going through a growth spurt since he sleeps not only throughout the entire night but takes several naps during the day as well. This makes it easier on the parents and frees us up to relax and kick back a little bit. His food intake has drastically increased too. He can suck down 8 ounces in a matter of minutes and sometimes takes in a few more ounces right before a nap, just to "top him off" as Matt says.

I'm reading the Girlfriend's Guide to Surviving the First Year of Motherhood, compliments of my girlfriend Cat, and LOVING it. I find myself nodding in agreement to a lot of the material she covers and trying my best to memorize the advice for baby events to come. I highly recommend the Girlfriend's Guide series to anyone who has recently conceived or given birth to their own little one. It's the most honest book I've come across without all that scary medical mumbo jumbo that can give a poor pregnant woman a stroke. You know the ones - chapters on what WILL happen to you and how there is NOTHING you can do about it. My experience as a formerly prego woman is that 90% of what people told me would happen never did and the other 10% consisted of things no one told me about that happened to me!

On another note, I have come to the conclusion that I am the incredible shrinking woman. In my 9th month I was topping out the 190's on the scale and, according to my doctor's appointment this morning, I'm currently at a svelte 134. That's even less than I weighed pre-pregnancy! The kicker is that I don't diet and I don't exercise. I call it "the newborn diet". When your primary concern is feeding an infant and keeping him happy you can maybe work in some sort of meal every 12 hours and abracadabra - you lose weight! I would be ecstatic if only I could lose that pesky lose skin around my tummy that has been a constant reminder of how BIG I was at the end of my 3rd trimester. Anyone know a good, cheap plastic surgeon?