It's Mom.
So, you're talking. Okay, not real words. But long sentences that sound a lot like 'ar-ar-ar', punctuated by consonant sounds and your usual 'agoo'. Very, very, very cute.
Your dad says, based on a book he read recently, that babies are a lot like boiled owls. So true. Your 'ar-ar-ar' sounds like hooting, and when you're in the midst of one of your (rare) feed-me tantrums, you look exactly like a boiled owl.
But, back to the story...
You seem to like talking to yourself, or to your play gym hangy-things, as much as you like talking to us (which may not bode well for your future capacity to socialise), but is helluva fun to watch and listen to.
And I'm amazed at how quickly you progressed from grunting to gurgling to 'speaking'. Babies are amazing.
We're loving watching you grow (at 3.5 months old you're the size and weight of a 4-5 month old; that's my girl!), and learn, and develop. And your laughter is heavenly.
You've also started grabbing and holding on, which is a milestone, and very cool. All in all, you're a dream baby. Adorable, happy, fat, friendly, and able to sleep for 10 hours at night.
So I just wanted to take some time out of a week that has, due to PND, been largely hideous, scary and dark, and say, thank you for adding the little bits of light.
I love you.
Mom x
