My Breeze.
Her first three months of life were a breeze.
These past three months have not been quite as 'breeze-y!'
I'll take it though. It makes stuff around here more interesting on some days. It adds some spice to our life. Haha.
Abrie hates, and I mean HATES the car. The second you even put her in her car seat, she starts crying. She has taken to squawking now, and sometimes will serenade Maddie and Faith with some bird-like singing in the back for a little while (which they find incredibly amusing), but that never lasts too long.
Her afternoon nap has become shorter. I depend on her afternoon nap for my quality time with my big girls. But, Abrie's been leaning towards wanting to cut it a little bit shorter every day.
Her pacifier habit is a love/hate relationship. She loves those darn things, and will squawk at them when she sees them. But, yet she also pulls them out of her mouth all the time and they are not in the least soothing when she is at her angriest. I love them, and yet I hate them. Yes, they are our crutch when we need some peace. But, I always used them and I'm hoping she will find a long-lost affinity for her blankie and fingers soon just like big sissys.
In the meantime, the Show is more fun and more sweet than anything else. She's moving around in circles these days on the floor, and still loves her big sisters more than anything. She is in a full force stranger anxiety phase, and her sisters always help her through it.
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