Happy because when she has a full belly she is a wonderful tiny person to talk to. She smiles ALL the time and loves interaction with people (and stuffed animals).
Great Grandpa Gerald and Great Grandma Judy gave her this adorable Sock Monkey.
Gassy because she goes through a burp rag, bib, and possibly an outfit every time after she eats. (This includes Mommy having to change clothes as well.) She started taking some gas drops to help relieve the intense pain she gets, but we may need to discuss further options with her doctor.
These are my pants at the end of the day. And may I inform you that I changed my shirt 3 times prior to this.
Strong because she will hold her head up high all the time now, get out of her swaddle, move down to the end of her crib during the night (while still confined in her swaddle), flail her entire body in your arms when she's not happy (you better hold on tight to this one), and our newest achievement: hold onto your fingers and help pull herself to sit up. I am always reminded of the hours after she was born when several people on hospital staff were "wowed" by how strong she was. She proves herself of this more and more everyday.
This is Lyric at the opposite side of her bed, turned 90 degrees, and with an arm out. We do NOT put her to bed like this!
Lyric still wears size 1 diapers and is probably about 13 pounds or so I'm guessing. She still fits in 3 month size clothing, but our pile of non-wearable clothes is building up because she is tall. She stays up for about 1 1/2 hours at a time and takes 1 1/2 hour naps to follow.
Precious Baby Girl on Thanksgiving. (She pooped on this outfit twice before Thanksgiving dinner was served....Remember me mentioning her gassy-ness?)
She rolled over from her belly to her back at 11 weeks (WITHOUT me there!) She let me see for myself a couple days after.
The Bumbo seat is our new special toy for sitting. She looks so cute as she sits big and tall.
(This was a "hit" during a nap in her crib without the swaddle.)

Her first Christmas is only a few days away and we can't wait for Santa to come to town. I keep trying to tell her if she pouts or cries he won't bring toys. Apparently she doesn't care quite yet. Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday Jesus!