Friday night. Drinking a raspberry wheat beer. Baby monitor to my left. Liljana turned the three month mark this week and continues to crack us up. Her wingspan is starting to cramp up her bassinet, which means I'll be spending the weekend prepping the crib for Lily's arrival. The crib's currently serves as a mini storage facility for her older clothes, toys and endless amounts of blankets. I get the pleasure of using my packing skills to find a storage home for everything.

Three months. You may expect me to say 'three months FLEW', but they didn't. We made it a point to really take in each day of Lily's life and unravel the nuances that are now a part of her personality. Yes, things are getting easier. I continue to have the bags under my eyes, but each week helps a smidge. Babe currently goes to sleep around 830ish, wakes around 130 or 230ish, then back up again at 6. My mornings consist of rushing to shower, pack a lunch, prep my pumping supplies, get ready for work, then attempt to spend some time with Lily (nurse) before I'm out the door. Of course, babies don't always have set schedules. I've left the condo is a frenzy for a few mornings. One day, I forgot my pumping supplies. The other day, I hit snooze and it literally threw off my morning routine. Then there was the time that Lily was so tired that she didn't wake in time for me to see her.

I don't like the feeling of 'missing something'. In the mornings, I squeeze Lily so tight before I leave for the bus stop that I have the scent of her noggin on me for the rest of the morning. Having made the decision to have a parent at home with our little one has done wonders for my peace of mind. Michael freelances from home. I know how difficult it must be juggling his writing, client calls and meetings with baby, but he's fallen into his own routine. When we need help, we have it in the form of my mother in law or close friends nearby. So far, so good. I work from home on Fridays, so in between meetings and documents, I can at least look across the room and see our Chub. Our system is working, but we both know that things could easily change with schedules. Until then, Lily gets to be with her Babbo. The two of them have bonded tremendously. Yes, it makes me jealous. Michael sends me daily pics of babe and fills me in on milestones. When I get home from work, my focus is all Baby. I really can't describe the feeling of seeing your daughter look up at you and coo, followed by her staying still as you assume the cheek-to-cheek position and kiss her face until it's red.

Yep, I'm still nursing. Pumping as a full-time working mom isn't fun. It plain isn't. Two times per day, I take my bag o' pumping goodies, my smart phone and head to a room where I can do the deed. If I don't make the time to pump, my chest is in such pain, that it sometimes hurts to cough. I choose to continue this routine as long as I can. There is nothing more fulfilling than getting home, unzipping my bag and whipping out two full bottles of Mama Juice. This spectacular concoction has contributed to Lily's weight gain - she's around 14 pounds - hence our nickname of The Chub:).

Springtime hits us this weekend and we were teased with gorgeous weather today. I took Lily for a walk in her sling and it was glorious. Aside from the winds, being outside in the city with my little girl plain rocked. I donned my bright orange trench, while Liljana had on a hodge podge of bright clothes. We matched. It was cheesy. And I wouldn't have it any other way.