One quarter of her first year has already passed. Unbelievable, and yet, I enjoyed every day with her to the fullest. Month three was the month of smiles. While she had started to smile a few weeks prior, it was not until last month that she really gave her smiles away like little presents: each more special than the one before.
Smilla is a name invented by the Danish author Peter Høeg. It is the name of the main character in his novel Frøken Smillas fornemmelse for sne (1992; English: Smilla's sense of snow). Here is a quote from the book where he describes the origin of the name:
Immediately we liked the sound, uniquness and simplicity of the name Smilla. However, it was not until she started smiling at me all the time that I really started appreciating the origin of it.
In month three Smilla took note of puppy Lars around her and giggled or cried at him, depending on her mood; she discovered a whole new range of tones her voice can produce; she also discovered her hands(!) - nothing ever tasted better; she started wearing her amber necklace; she rolled from her back onto her belly for the first time and enjoyed more traveling.
This is what I've learned in month three
Mama can have a successful art show, as baby snuggles in the wrap on Papa's chest - who said you can't have it all? My kitchen is for dancing. Don't leave the house without a spare outfit for baby in the diaper bag - parenting is as messy as they say. I consider organic, crochet covered, cherry wood nursing necklaces the latest trend in jewelry. Plant food keeps me going all day - well, and coffee of course. Wildlife docoumentaries, where innocent Humpbacks get hunted by mean-spirited Orcas ain't for the faint heart of a new mother. And just in general, every emotion I feel, I feel deeper than ever. I finally understand every other mother, including my own.