Three Months of Tessa Shalom

Our little Tessa-Lou is three months old. It feels like she's always been here with us. 

We've heard her first little giggles, but we're still waiting to get the really hearty ones. She kicks and wiggles like the dickens to communicate. She plays with her hands. She's started teething early, so they're typically stuffed in her mouth. She still sucks her thumb at night, and most of the time what wakes me to nurse her is not her cries. Nope. It's the volume of her vigorous thumb-sucking. She's started to grow ultra-fine fuzzy duckling hair that sticks straight up after her bath. She loves to be talked to and enjoys it when Tadhg and Pippin and Marnie give her attention (though Marnie can be a little vigorous in feeding her all of the culinary delights she concocts at her play kitchen). I had to switch her to 3-6 month clothes just after she turned 2 months old because she's such a loooongg girl; according to the pediatrician's super-hyper-ultra-precise measurements she's nearly off the charts.

Tessa is just plain old wonderful from her top to her toes. 

What a gift.

A serious picture or two (because sometimes she's thoughtful).

And a bunch of grainy, nearly identical smiling Tessas all in a row. (Because I liked all of these ones and am too tired to thin them out--it's far easier to plop them all in indiscriminately.)

What a little munchkin. (She reminds me a bit of Luci in this one, Abby--but maybe it's just the yellow?)