Ella Joy at 3 months

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Okay, now about my Ella...

Today my sweet Ella Joy is three months old. THREE months old.

Will someone please tell her to stop growing? I've tried. She's being very disobedient and growing more every day, despite my authoritative tone.

Ahem. Anyway, several people told us that by giving her the name Joy we were certainly to have destined her to be a joyful soul. I don't know if that equates in my book, but she certainly is joyful. And, she fills us with joy as well.

(The look on her face in this photo cracks me up.)

At three months old, I promise, Ella is progressing much faster than any of the other children. At her 2 month check up our Pediatrician said she was as attentive as a 4 or 5 month old. The doctor attributed her alertness to the fact that she always has something or someone to look at in our house. I guess I could see how that would make her a little advanced.

She has started to laugh, although she's truly only belly laughed once. So, naturally, each time I have a few minutes with just my chubby cheeked princess, I spend every second of it trying to make her giggle. Her laugh and smile are just so sweet and I cannot resist her.

In a matter of a few days, Ella not only discovered that she has a tongue but also how to blow bubbles. And, she spends most of her awake time grinning and blowing bubbles. She is finally tolerating her car seat much more often. I finally wised up and thought that maybe she was getting bored so I added some dangly things from the handle and she enjoys looking at them and grinning.

I also went to a local consignment shop and bought her a new (to us) playmat. The one we had I threw out after it kept collapsing on Aaron and Olivia. She seems to really love laying under it and looking at the things hanging above her and, of course, grinning.

She has started sitting in the Bumbo seat and at first she looked like a bobblehead doll. But over the last week or so she's doing much better controlling her head. She loves to sit in there and watch everyone and smile at passers by.

As for sleeping, well, it's going. She has slept 2 or 3 nights exclusively in her crib but usually she begins and ends the night in her swing with possibly 1 stretch of sleep in her crib. BUT, she's not sleeping stretches of the night in our bed anymore and I think that's progress! She still loves to be swaddled at night. Though, Luke and I don't give her much of a choice about it. We joke that we swaddle our kids until they are old enough to ask to not be swaddled anymore. That's totally a joke. Aaron didn't start talking until the week after we stopped swaddling him. ;) She usually has one good stretch of sleep, typically her first stretch, that lasts 4-5 hours. After that, she wakes every 2-3 hours to eat.

What I love most about Ella right now is her desire to be in the mix of everyone else. She is so content to just sit and watch everyone around her. I also love her fat, chubby cheeks. Luke and I have never had a rolly poly baby in all 5 of the previous kids. I am so loving her chubby little thighs and chins.

She is finally, finally taking a bottle semi-consistently (can something be considered consistent if it's only semi-consistent?). Wouldn't you know that she's now content to take the same bottle as all the others took? Yay! Which makes it possible for me to sometimes do this:

I just can't tell if Lucas is proud to be feeding his littlest sister or not. What do you think?

You know what though? We are all proud of our littlest girl. Each and every one of us. I just don't know how we ever managed without her.

The Stinky-waa waa Song

I found these kids in my house today. I thought about kicking them to curb since clearly I don't have kids this old (I mean, I just had them all like 2 weeks ago plus, I'm still young and hip - no comments about the Mom shorts please - and so I couldn't possibly have two 4 year olds and an (almost) 6 year old). But, then they serenaded me and I thought, "What the heck? I'll let 'em stay."

So, I present to you,

"The Stinky-waawaa Song"



Let me interpret for those of you who either
A) Don't understand little kids,
2) Live somewhere other than the south and you cannot decipher southern little kid
or III) Cannot understand due to the awesome audio quality of this video.

I'm a little striped skunk,
Sleeping under someone's bunk.
No one wants to sleep with me,
I'm as smelly as can be.

Stinky-waa-waa!

The preceding song is sung approximately 573 times a day around here, in varying decibel levels and with increasing silliness. Sometimes with hand motions or a small knee bounce for added rhythm. I use the word "rhythm" loosely.

Have I mentioned lately how much I LOVE my job? Because I do. A lot.

Due to the recent number of videos on the blog, can you guess what I found a couple weeks ago while unpacking a box? Yes, I know we've lived here for 3.5 months and I still have boxes stacked up in most rooms. Stop judging me. I moved boxes from our old house to here that had NEVER BEEN UNPACKED in the two years we lived at the old house. If you'll seriously look at the state of my home as I scan the camera around our dining area, you'll see that housekeeping isn't exactly my spiritual gift. I'd love a spiritual gift of a cleaning lady 2 days a week if anyone is looking to unload one. For free of course.

Also, please make note of the attire that my kids are wearing. Yes, Lucas and Ashlee are in their PJ's, even though they'd already gotten dressed for the day. Apparently, mid-morning calls for PJ's in our house. And, I will tell you that Lucas felt it necessary to take off his underwear under that offensively yellow night shirt that he LOVES beyond every other shred of clothing that he owns. Sorry if the neon yellow made your retinas bleed.

3 guesses who the camera hog is in our house.

It's never a dull moment around here. Never.