Dear Davis: Month 3

Davis,

If I don't get this posted, you're going to be four months old already!

You continue to be a jolly soul, but you've already come down with your first cold. I blame your sister. That sweet thing didn't get a cold until like 12 months or something crazy...but you, you who never did anything to her...well, she can't keep her mitts off of you, and I blame her.

From months two to three, we hosted our dear friends the Bolgens, and you were a champ sleeping in your bassinet until close to daybreak. I didn't have to worry about you waking anybody up in the middle of the night. You've been a great sleeper, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous for the dreaded four-month sleep regression. How about we just skip that part of infancy, huh? Back to the Bolgen family...we had the best week of adventuring, eating, wine tasting, beer drinking, kid wrangling, and laughing. You were a wonderful addition to the crew and will be chasing after Fraser and Jack before we know it.

At the end of August and beginning of September...you sat through (and sometimes slept through) your sister's swim lessons and trips to the park so she could run free, and you're settling into the rhythm of the stroller just fine. The weather was HOT, and you, my friend, are like your dad and sister and apparently run very warm because we experienced a couple of overheated Davis days. I'm sorry about that. I'll remember not to bundle you up too too much once the weather cools down.

Dad took your sister camping for a night at the coast, and you and I had a great day just the two of us. Lots of snuggling and errand running (fun for me, not so much for you, but thanks for being a good sport!), as well as your first Coug game (pretty sure you slept through all of this--how rude!). And I'm mentioning this because I don't want to forget how the carbon monoxide alarm went off in the middle of the night and would not stop. It was frightening for both of us, and I apologize that I was just wandering around the house looking for a fire instead of grabbing you and running to the street. It was a good practice run in case of a real emergency and quite hilarious that it would happen the first and only time when your dad and sister just happened to be gone. Thanks for sleeping through most of it.

We talk a lot about how crazy and energetic and spunky Fraser is, and when both of you are finally asleep, your dad and I just smile and say you're such a good little guy. Thanks for going with the flow so much. The days are flying by, and you're really just about four months old. We are gearing up for a big road trip, and you're going to cross state lines for the first time (not counting Vancouver). We hope you like adventuring as much as the rest of us. Something tells me you will.

You have the best crooked smile and you still have that little dimple. Thanks for being you, Davis boy. We love you oh so much.

Love,
Mom