I'm so glad he's mine! He is sweet, cuddly and happy (now that I'm dairy free of course).
He smiles freely and coos. He even smiles for his big sisters now.
Goodness he's a warm, soft, baby smelling little ball of happy. Worth. Every. Month (of pregnancy). Worth. Every. Push too. :)
13 pounds 12 oz.- filling out 3 months clothes and his little feet are threatening to burst out of his 3-6 month jammies already. Eek! My baby!! He's growing and going to be moving away and getting married before I know it! #exaggerationalert
But I don't have the heart yet! I'm nursing this sweet little plump monkey to sleep and not caring when he takes overly long naps... And.. He's just as happy as he can be!
He nurses late at night, is pretty flexible, and wakes up about once a night between 3 and 5. He sleeps in a while and is so happy.
In other news:
Today I overheard Claire playing and singing, "Jesus is the boss! Jesus is the boss!" I took a mental note of how cute it was and went about my business as she sang on and made up lyrics (which she does often). Later I tuned in and she was singing, "I wish I WAS THE BOSS! I wish I WAS THE BOSS!"
And the little guy at church. ;) What can I say? I'm a grandma at heart.
2 months old, and below at 1, 2 and 3 months.
|The girls at 3 months.. Claire on the left with her "What you talkin' bout Willis?!" look.|