So, Roo turned three months a few weeks ago. I’ve had her picture all ready to go but haven’t been able to sit down and blog it because of her cuteness. I mean, once I get the essentials done at work and the house (who am I kidding – I don’t even get those done!) I just want to sit and kiss her cheeks off. Three month Roo is extra delicious.
At three months Roo weighs 12 lbs and .5 oz and is 23 inches tall. She has recently outgrown her size 3 month jammies and it never ceases to break my heart. I kind of pretended she wasn’t growing up until one night I noticed that she kept her toes curled inside her footie jammies because she didn’t have room to stretch them out. Mom of the year over here.
This month Ruby found her feet and hasn’t let go since. It still catches me off guard when I look over and she’s got her toes in her mouth. Babies are weird. Ha! When she first found her feet she would stare at them as she kicked as if they were the most fascinating things in the world. Now she stares at her hands as she turns them around in the air. And I know all this because all I do is stare at her.
Bath time still isn’t her favorite. Neither is napping anywhere other than in someone’s arms. She has kind of started playing with toys, and her squeaky giraffe “Raffy” is her favorite. Or it’s her Mommy’s favorite. At this point it’s hard to distinguish the two. Ha! She adores her bouncy seat and the butterfly mobile on her play mat. And her favorite song is “Risen” by Israel Houghton.
And the biggest development? She’s a roller! Taking this month’s pictures was a fun task as I had to keep rolling her back over! She rolled over once and then unsuccessfully tried to do it again for a couple weeks. Then she figured it out again one afternoon and was a pro by the next day. Now she flips over as soon as you lay her down! Then she goes crazy when she realizes that she’s stuck on her belly. I can already tell I’m going to miss the days when I had to sit beside her and keep rolling her back onto her back.
I can’t believe I get to be this little girl’s Mommy. She has the sweetest little spirit. She loves to stare at people and then break into the biggest of smiles that light her whole face up. She loves to be talked to and is ticklish on her belly and toes. She is the cuddliest little bunny that wakes up every morning with a smile.
Ruby, your Daddy and I spend our days in awe of you. We delight in watching you learn new skills. We live to hear your sweet, deep giggle. We miss you when you’re in bed and sometimes walk in your room (quietly!) to stare at you. You filled this space in our hearts and home that we didn’t even know was Roo-sized.
You’re a dream come true, Ruby Ellison.
Ruby Ellison, let me tell you about your name.
Your Daddy and I spent hours scrolling name websites and making name lists and tossing names to and fro. We tried to picture you in our minds and decide if you were an Elise or a Reagan or any of the other names that ran through our minds. But all along I knew. I knew you were my Ruby. Before you were even formed I could picture my little Ruby.
I haven’t even told your Daddy this (hi, Timothy! ha!), but Ruby was the only name my heart really ever considered. But I kept it quiet. At least I tried! I never wanted to make your Daddy feel pressured or try to get him to agree on a name that he didn’t love. So we talked about all names. And Roo, I tried my best to keep an open mind. But you have always been my Ruby.
Then one day our name talks reached an all-time high. We were in our office at the church kind of bouncing between two names. We decided to ask family their opinions on the names that night. Then your Daddy turned to me and passionately said, “I just can’t imagine her being anything else but Ruby!” And I cried. Of course.
It was you! It was right. You were my Ruby. Our Ruby. Our sweet little jewel. I knew it fit you without even seeing your face.
I think your name is delicate, ladylike, fun, and vibrant. But it isn’t just a lovely name we picked from a name book. It is the name of our Bibi. You are named after your great-grandmother. In your beautiful name is wrapped up all kinds of dreams and prayers and hopes of who you will become.
Let me tell you about your Bibi. The original Ruby.
She is as good as it gets. The world sees our Bibi as a lovely, graceful woman of God who loves to come to church and worship the Lord. But what they don’t see is that our Bibi is the same at church as she is at home. She never stops being lovely and graceful. And she is absolutely one of the very best Christians I know.
She is the epitome of a lady. In every situation, she holds herself with dignity. And if you have any etiquette question, she has the answer.
Your Bibi has some amazing stories to tell. She has seen the highest highs and the lowest lows. Yet through it all, she has maintained an amazing character, an outstanding reputation, and is clothed in humility. She never speaks ill of anyone. She never tries to lift herself up or boast in herself. Yet, when I’m around her, all I want to do is boast about how great she is.
She makes me want to be a better person.
And you know what? You do, too.
It’s a quality you both already share. And I can’t wait to see what other qualities you two will share. What aspects of your family members will you inherit? I pray you will have your Bibi’s grace. Your Great Grandma Gill’s generosity. Your Mimi’s elegance. Your Grandma’s strength. Your Great Grandma Gothra’s devotion. Your Nonnie’s wisdom.
Hopes and dreams are wrapped up in your name, beautiful girl. I can’t wait to see who you become.
Two whole months, Ruby Doo! I just can’t believe it.
At two months, Ruby weighs 11 pounds and 0.5 ounces and is 22.25 inches tall. She’s wearing 0-3 months clothes and some 3-6 month clothes. And her smile!?!?!! She smiles all the time now. Sometimes when she gets around a lot of people it’s a bit overwhelming. But as soon as I get her into a quiet spot where it’s just us, she’ll smile up a storm. The other morning she woke up, and when I went in to get her she stopped crying and just smiled at me. I think I’ve been waiting for that moment my whole life.
She’s Mommy’s baby bunny. We call her Ruby Roo, RooBunny, RooBerry, Ruby Dooby Doo, Rooty Poo, and a billion other names.
Ruby still adores her changing pad, but now she also loves walks in her stroller – the bouncier the better. In fact, when she starts fussing in the car we just drive over the bumpy part of the road and she stops crying. It’s magical. Ha!
Ruby still makes the most expressive faces. She makes us laugh daily.
She has become a champion sleep fighter. I think I said that in her one month post, but I knew nothing then. She was holding out the big guns for two months. Ironically enough, when we’re around people she loves to sleep. People at church say things all the time about how they’ve never seen her eyes open. It must be the loudness and the thumpy bass. She doesn’t like naps at home, but once she finally falls asleep at night she’ll sleep eight hours. It’s glorious.
Ruby really likes her sling. I wear her during music practice and while grocery shopping, and she just cuddles right in. She is definitely a cuddle bunny. Her favorite way to be held is cuddled up like a little baby. She becomes this small (heavy!) ball of squish.
This month her eyelashes popped out of nowhere. Her two most commented on features are her gigantic cheeks and her long, curly lashes! We’re still not sure where they came from.
At two months she is learning new things all the time. She has started cooing at us. Her little mouth is the most adorable thing ever when she tries to say something. She works so hard at it. She just found her feet and loves to stare at them while she kicks up a storm in her carseat. She can hold her head up with only a bit of wiggle. She’s definitely not a newborn any more! When she was born her left ear had a crease at the top from where she was squished. This month it has officially evened out and I may have shed a tear or two.
Two-month-old Roo is just the greatest.
Grow, baby bunny, grow!
Today I’m sharing a quick, easy sewing project. It was the first one I worked on after becoming a mom, and it felt like a really big deal at the time. (Because it was! Ha!)
The first few weeks with a newborn are magical. And hard. After about two weeks, I was itching to feel like myself again. It was overwhelming being a new mom. I was in a lot of pain so I couldn’t really keep our house the way I wanted or cook dinner (I wasn’t sad about that one). I didn’t feel like I fit in my new body. I needed something quick to make me feel like me.
Enter: sewing. I found a quick and easy little project (original tutorial from Made) and got to work. Homemade burp cloths! My sweet girl spits up, and I was weary of washing the same three burp cloths all the time. And weary of their ugliness.
I used a vintage sheet (the white and yellow floral) and three floral fabrics from JoAnn Fabrics. The original tutorial suggests chenille, but I didn’t want to have special order it. So terry cloth fabric did the trick!
It took me a few days to make the cloths, but if you don’t try to sew them in between feeding a newborn, you could probably get them done in a few hours. I made just a few changes from the tutorial. I rounded the edges and added a diagonal strip of the patterned fabric on the terry cloth side.
They do a great job soaking up stuff, and I think they turned out really cute! It ended up costing something like fifty cents per cloth while the ones at the store come in three packs for six dollars. I’ll take saving everywhere I can – we need the extra money for ruffly things! Ha!
I’ve been working on a very time-consuming blanket for Roo, but I love having quick little projects like this to work on when I only have a few minutes at a time. My next little project is headbands. Gigantic flowers, here we come! What are some of your favorite quick projects you’ve made? Or would like to try? I’d love to hear.
Motherhood is about being a creeper. I can stare at her sleeping face for hours. I smell her head constantly. Her cheeks. Under her chin. I finish each kiss with a big ol’ whiff. Creeper.
Motherhood shifts your inner clock. How can each hour last forever, each nap strike last years, each unexplained cry last centuries, but each day go by in the blink of an eye?
Motherhood makes you a hypochondriac. The other day Timothy asked me if I thought our daughter could potentially have this certain illness since she sticks her tongue out all the time. I almost laughed at him, but then remembered I had spent half of the day googling because I was convinced our daughter had torticollis. Breaking news: she has neither illnesses.
Motherhood is doing what you said you wouldn’t do. The first night I gave her a pacifier because she was trying to win the sleep fighting championship, I cried. I felt like a lazy mother because I knew she’d eventually fall asleep if I spent a few more HOURS rocking her. Now ask me how many times since I’ve given her a pacifier. Okay, don’t.
Motherhood turns you into the paparazzi. I’m afraid Roo will call my phone case “mama” instead of me, considering how many hours of the day I put it in front of her face to capture each.and.every.expression.
Motherhood changes your sense of accomplishment. Pre-baby, I’d feel pretty proud of myself if I managed to get home from work, do some laundry, straighten the house, and have dinner cooking when Timothy got home. Now I’m proud of myself if I am able to get Roo to nap somewhere other than my arms and if there’s some sort of path cleared in our house so we don’t trip over everything. Accomplishments, be mine!
Motherhood teaches you to multitask. You know that thing where you rub your belly and pat your head? Never could do it. But now to get Roo to sleep I can successfully rock in the chair while jiggling her in my arms while patting her booty while pressing my cheek against hers while shushing in her ear. Some nights I even have to simultaneously add in a head rub. It’s the magic combination that works half the time.
Motherhood gives you an extra large cape that allows you to jump to the worst possible conclusions with a single bound. Does the baby seem to be having a bit of tummy trouble? It must be my milk, off to CUT OUT ALL DAIRY, GLUTEN, NUTS, SUGAR, CARBS, AND KALE FROM MY DIET. Did her breathing quiet down? I must QUICKLY POKE HER UNTIL SHE WAKES UP BECAUSE OF SIDS AND DEATH.
Motherhood changes your perspective. We’ve been having some insurance issues and got a bill in the mail that was nearly the amount of what I make in a year. After reading the bill, I had two options. Flip out and sell a kidney, or cuddle my daughter and smell her head. I went with the cuddles and head smelling.
Motherhood slows everything down while also speeding it up. Motherhood is the most natural thing and yet still so unfamiliar. Motherhood brings to light my weaknesses yet makes me feel like superwoman. Motherhood is so much harder and so much easier than I thought it would be.
Motherhood is worth it all and more.
I'm honored that you took time to stop by my blog! My name is Whitney, and I'm a diy loving, piano playing, sewing obsessed, thrifty, non-house cleaning, crafty newlywed. I love God, my husband, and life as a wife. If you'd like to know more, just check out my About Me page. Much love!
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