Dear Wren,
You’re 3 months old today! The weirdest part about that is that it feels like you’ve always been here, always been a part of us.
I tell everyone you are the perfect baby, and that this amazing-ness is sure to be repaid during your teen years…
But seriously, you are delightful. You wake up smiling every single day. And you’re just so chill. The world will literally be crashing down around us with wailing and gnashing of teeth from one of our team members #nonames, and you’re just relaxing like the gangster that you are.
You’ve got some pretty insane neck control, and can hoist that 90th percentile noggin like the pro that you are.
Here’s one thing that I see you doing that I hope you do for the rest of your life. From day one you would nurse and then get off the boob and just start shaking your head like
I would try to force you back on but you wouldn’t have any of it. I would burp you figuring you were done, and as soon as you burped you’d start crying so I’d put you back on the boob where you’d happily finish your meal.
From day one, sweet girl, you have known what you needed and you haven’t been afraid to demand it. You’re going to get confused and people are going to share their opinions about what you need in your life. Don’t be afraid to trust your gut, Wrenny Fire*. You’ve got this. I promise.
All the love my heart can hold,
Mama
*Your brother has nicknamed you Wrenny Fire, and I kind of love that he already recognizes your fierceness.
