Week 3-Your cries are now so loud, they pierce my ears. Our neighbors knocked on the wall one night when we couldnt get you to settle down. Your hands and feet are growing and you have a roll of fat in the back of your neck. Your cheeks are so plump. You look like a completely different child than the one we brought home with us a few weeks back. We begin tummy time and nakey time. Your happy place is on the changing table. You talk a lot, so much to say, so much to discover. When we sing to you, it settles you down. I can always tell when you are ready for nakey time to be over, because you always say the same thing right before you begin to cry, so I learn to dress and pick you up before the tears come. I drive for the first time with you and pull over about four times to get out and look at you, check your breathing and head position. It takes us about an hour to get to my parents' house, normally a fifteen minute drive. We stop the cloth diaps, everytime we put them on you cry and we dont like how they push out your legs. We will try again when you are older. We care for the environment, but we care for you more. You have begun tracking. You are too little to fit into the carrier so I order a wrap. We will see if it works, because I need to get things done around the house and I need my arms free.