At 3 months old, Hattie . . .
. . . has a few nick names. Claire calls her "Hatta Batta" and we've all started calling her that. It's obnoxious, I know. I call her Hattie Cat, too. And then a friend sent us a book called "Hurray for Hattie Rabbit" so that's caught on a little.
. . . had her first road trip to Chicago. She was AWESOME. She slept in the moby everywhere we went and slept 12 hours straight each night. I was a little worried because, in general, she doesn't like to leave home.
. . . loves her brothers and sister. I think she could just sit and watch them all day.
. . . plays so well on her playmat and in her exersaucer that sometimes I forget where I left her. Don't tell on me.
. . . is CHATTY. She squeals and chats like crazy and will talk back when we talk to her.
. . . is WAY better in the car seat than she used to be. She doesn't cry nearly as much.
. . . sits in a little high chair with us at dinner and just takes it all in. She'll sometimes grab a toy and try to get it to her mouth, but she mostly just watches.
. . . is super drooly. I keep wondering if she'll get a tooth here soon.