It’s hard to believe that Kate is 3 months old now. That’s a quarter of a year. The fourth trimester is over.

I see why they call it that. Now she’s really starting to become her own person, separate from me. I can put her down, let her play on her own. She continues to get more social every day. I think she really enjoys getting put and being around new people and new situations.

Yesterday we spent the entire day at the airshow. I do think it was slightly mad to attempt with a three month old, but I so love the airshow. Den was working, so while he was able to hang put with us for a lot of the time he also had to run around, I couldn’t depend on him always being there with me. I went prepared with the stroller, kozy carrier (mei tai), and fully-stocked jumbo diaper bag. My plan was to go early, hang out until Kate had a meltdown, then head home before the traffic had a chance to get bad.

Imagine my surprise when the day passed without incident. We ended up staying all day. Kate did more than great, she was phenomenal. She rode in the stroller looking around, she sat on my lap and smiled at everyone, and she napped in the kozy as I walked and swayed. She even tolerated the giant ear protection headphones we made her wear when the jets were flying. Everyone commented on how good she was. But that’s what she enjoys, that’s her element: being out and social and moving. I am so thankful for babywearing, there is no way we could do something like that without the joy of naps in the carrier. To top of the day she even made the 20 minute drive home awake, without crying. And I didn’t take the long scenic route, I went through town with all the stoplights.

We were all so tired by the end of the day, but it was the good kind of exhaustion – the kind that comes with something well accomplished.