fox & wren // three months

The babes turned three months old at the beginning of the month, and holy cherries on a stick, weren't they just in my body a few months ago kicking my ribs and making me waddle?? The transition from newborn-who-sleeps-all-day to writhing-cooing-loinfruit is so fun to watch and experience. Their individual personalities are really coming out, and they're waay more interested in their surroundings. Like the ceiling fan. They're obsessed with the ceiling fan.

Vincent is still my impressive little eater. You'd think we were starving him though, by the sounds of his tortured cries when he's hungry. This man does NOT like waiting for his bottle to be made. He wants his food, and he wants it NOW. But he's starting to smile more, which makes my whole day better. And he's reaching out and trying to grab things, which makes it fun to pretend he's a tiny drunk man who can't grip a toy that's two inches in front of his face.

Hazel is a morning person. She starts cooing and smiling as soon as I un-swaddle her in the mornings, and it's freaking adorable. She's not really trying to grab things yet, but she'll stare down a toy something fierce, studying it, plotting things in her three month old brain. My little observer.

They've just barely started noticing each other too, which is awesome. Not interacting yet, cause that's way too early, but definitely noticing. For instance, I'll have Hazel on my lap and playing with her, while my husband has Vince on his lap, and he'll just look over and study her intently,  as if to say, "Who's that small squirming thing? She looks like someone I used to kick occasionally back when I lived in that warm bag of water. Hope she's cool."