Signe is now 12 weeks old, which means we’ve survived the newborn phase of babyhood. Now she’s an official infant, I guess. Whatever that means, she’s never been cuter, more fun, or more hilarious.

In the past several days, she’s started really noticing her hands. It’s both funny as hell because she looks like she’s on shrooms when she stares at her digits in awe and wonder and practical because she can now self-soothe with her own thumb. Whenever there isn’t a pacifier in her maw, there is at least one finger or thumb. Makes car rides much more pleasant.

We’ve also noticed that she doesn’t like Thai food. I probably should have guessed this given my own distaste for it when I was pregnant. I’ve always loved Thai, but couldn’t stand even the smell of it the whole time I was PG. I’ve now eaten it twice since Signe was born and both times she has reacted badly to it. So I guess as long as I’m breastfeeding, no Thai for me.

Though she first rolled over a couple of weeks ago, GTB didn’t believe me that she could do it because she refused to do it in front of him. Until Sunday morning. Auntie Meg was visiting and Sig was in a good mood, so I put her on her tummy and a few seconds later, over she went. Let GTB never doubt me (or Signe) again.

While leaving the newborn phase has many benefits, it also has a couple of drawbacks. The most pressing one right now is that the Happiest Baby on the Block methods we were using to soothe her and get her to sleep aren’t working as well anymore. And she refuses to go to sleep in the sling anymore. Thus, sleep training has begun in earnest.

I go back to work on Monday, so we’re trying to get Signe on a nap schedule. So much easier said than done, not just because Signe decides when she wants to go to sleep–not some clock–but it means we have to be home at the same time every day. It’s amazing how difficult that last part is. Before, Sig could sleep anywhere and a nap in her carseat was as good as one in her crib, but that’s no longer the case. Loud noises wake her up and she won’t sleep for more than about 30 minutes in the car seat. Then she wakes up grumpy and gassy, as would you if you were forced to sleep all scrunched up like that.

All complaints aside, Signe is still the cutest, and best, baby this side of anywhere. I don’t know how much of it is good breeding and how much is just plain luck. Regardless, we’re convinced she’s gifted both physically and mentally and that she’ll be the first Nobel Prize winner for Literature to also win an Olympic gold medal in yoga.

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