London | Three Months

Soooooo… I’m late posting these. London will be four months next week, but I took these photos right at the three month mark. It’s amazing to see how much she changed from the 2mo to 3mo mark!!

There are so many things I want to remember about this stage. How she scrunches up her shoulders when she smiles. How she she flaps her arms like a bird when she gets excited. That little bald spot on the back of her head, because she rocks her head back and forth to help her fall asleep. How she loves to grab her shirt and put it in her mouth. Her amazing sneezing face. The precious little birthmark on the bottom of her left foot.

I’m more in love with this little girl than I thought possible, and that love grows every day!!

I can write the same thing here as I did last month—

These have been the sweetest, happiest, hardest, most challenging months of my life. Learning to love my child and to work my job at the same time is much harder than I expected. I love them both. Not equally, of course, but as much as I love my sweet baby, I still have obligations to fulfill. A business is much like a baby— it cannot be ignored. It’s either growing or dying, and it requires frequent (if not constant) tending. Which is challenging when my baby has growth spurts and needs extra love and care, and rocking her while she sleeps replaces the afternoon’s to-do list.

I’m seeing more of my own selfishness than I knew existed. I’m praying daily for grace to be content with what God has given, instead of wishing for my own plan, assuming that my ways are best. And when I say “my own plan,” I don’t mean a different life or a grand over-arching pattern of life. I mean small things. Like when London wakes up at 5:45am instead of 7am, like I planned. Like when I am sick on two wedding-free weekends in a row, when I planned to use that time for house projects. Like when she gets off schedule and suddenly needs to eat right around the time I should be prepping dinner, which throws off my plans for working in the evening. I love my plans, but I’m learning that I need to hold them with more of an open hand.

I’m also realizing that I have MANY bad work habits. I don’t have the luxury of lingering on Facebook as a way of “transitioning into a work mentality.” When I open my laptop, I need to get right to work— something I’m not very good at. But I’m learning, and I’m troubleshooting some new work strategies to keep me focused. More on that next time.

People keep asking me who she looks like. I think she is the spitting image of her daddy, but that’s a picture of me on the left, and I think I can see a resemblance.