I had heard from my mother friends that at three months, a new phase of childhood begins. The "fourth trimester" ends, and the child begins to be slightly more self-sufficient.
I am pleased to be able to confirm this. Seemingly overnight, James began communicating in more obvious ways. He has a strong "tired cry," which is almost a loud scream. He laughs and smiles more than ever. He wakes, sleeps and eats more regularly. His size is bigger, making him more managable, and me less afraid. Even the types of clothes he can wear is expanding (slowly) from the standard onesies and into miniature versions of real shirts and pants.
After seeing this transformation, I wonder why there is such a clamour for grandparents to see little newborns. Wait 3 months, I say, and you'll be rewarded with a real little person that not only takes love and effort, but returns it as well. I still can't even imagine what this baby will look like as a boy, but I'm getting closer to learning what parenthood is all about.
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