Our little guy is three months old! (I can hardly believe it.) He’s incredibly chill, hardly ever cries (as long as this breastfeeding mama stays away from dairy!), and feels content to watch and absorb the world around him.
He’s an earnest talker, putting on a very serious expression as he soliloquies.
He’s so physical: standing with assistance, rolling from his back to his tummy at every opportunity, even getting close to sitting on his own. He holds his head up at every opportunity, only placing it down reluctantly if he needs to sleep.
When he smiles his face transforms. The much-sought-after belly laugh brings us such joy. Today he laughed at his sister for the first time. Up until now he’s been so focused and serious watching her. (What will tomorrow bring?!)
His hands (or thumb!) are always in his mouth and drool is ever present.
Our boy prefers to sleep on us (daddy or I) during the day, usually in this baby carrier
. At night he sleeps for long stretches (cuddling next to mama), only feeding every 4-7 hours (usually at my insistence). He doesn’t bother to open his eyes and always goes right back to sleep as soon as he latches on. We thank you for this, sweet one.
He adores his big sister, who may love him to death right back. She loves talking, reading, singing, dancing, being fun and crazy (think exuberant!) for him. Giving him loving attention is her forte and I feel thankful for that on a daily basis. Her help has been invaluable (especially when I need to put up another load of laundry, make lunch, take a shower or go to the bathroom). Our daughter is such a kind helper. I don’t know how I’d get through the day without her.
Our life feels so rich and full. David and I go to bed early (if the kids will let us!) and exhausted each night, with smiles on our faces, loving these children and this life of ours.
