three

Here we are again, this time with the number 3. This little chunk has been with us for THREE MONTHS today!

I have not written nearly enough about the first three months of his little life – mainly because each time I try it begins this way, "the last 3 months have been a blur..." Then my mind gets blurry. It's true – time has flown at an amazing rate. Oh how I wish I could bottle up it up!

Just a few thoughts: he weighs 15 pounds, 6 ounces. He's a very calm, happy baby 99% of the time. His boppy is his conversation chair – and we love to hear what he has to "say." He still loves to be swaddled or sleep with his arms above his head or rest on mommy's chest. We've established a great routine, but he's also proven very adaptable. His sisters love him (even Grey has come around) – Wills usually comes running when she hears him cry. Seldom does he cry (inconsolably). His first illness showed up this week in the form of a nasty cold and congestion – and let me tell you, sick babies are even more pitiful than sick husbands.

My heart swells for this child more and more every day. Happy 3 months, baby O!