Maybe hitting the great point?

People have talked a lot about this amazing turning point in an infant's development--- the three- month mark. Supposedly, they go from somewhat needy and a bit fussy to easy, independent, fun, and coo-y. It was, I have to say, a little annoying when folks would say, "hang on, because everything changes at 3 months!" while we were in the midst of a 7pm tantrum over nothing. Three months seemed so far away, first of all, and I just couldn't picture it. Well, Mabel is 11 weeks old, and I think this magical time is indeed upon us. As I write this, she is sitting in her swing, wide awake, entertaining herself with little giggles and coos. She can sit and watch TV on her own (I promise I won't rely on television too much as an entertainer), and is even seeming to self- soothe a little. I'm probably hugely jinxing myself, but, dare I say it, I think the bulk of her evening fussiness- over- nothing is gone. Or it's been minimized anyway. She's no longer a terror at that time. I feel like such a cliche, but I love watching her, with her curious eyes and increasingly mobile little body. She loves to kick at the noise- makers on her baby gym, and congratulates herself with coos and oo's when she does so. Mabel also seems to pay attention to the illustrations in the books I read to her. I'll be sure to update this blog when I need to say I was wrong, that it was just a good week.