A quarter of a year old. 3 months. 90 days. No matter how you write it, LTG is no longer a newborn…scuze me while I go hold him and cry in the corner. I have to call him…an…infant now…soon he’ll be a toddler…then he’ll be a brooding teenager…lord help my soul.

His third month was bizzzzaayyy. Lotsa growing, lotsa drooling, lotsa traveling, and lotsa meeting new people. Gotta say, I’m getting pretty used to this lifestyle. Waking up to a smiley, gummy baby, bathing his squishy legs and toes, blowing raspberries on his chub, listening to him “talk” to himself…it’s all good. Cept that nail cutting stuff….i’m terrified to cut them again since I kinda cut his thumb last time I attempted to snip his squirmy face slicing nails…

You’ve definitely found your hands and find it fascinating to cover them in spittle..or to attempt to shove BOTH of them as far in your mouth as possible…this won’t work…but I find it amusing to watch. You’ve also started giggling and barking in your sleep….What are you dreaming about?!

We hit all the goals for this month. Skidooooosh. So then what should we say for month 4? I’m still sticking with consistent all night sleeping…and some consistent rolling over…and I’d like to drop the swaddle…beyond that? Just keep being awesome, adorable you.

Oh and as far as that whole still looking adorable thing? You’ve got that down. But you’re growing too fast and it got too warm too quickly, so all the fun long sleeved 3-6 months clothes I’ve been dying to put you in are just hanging there taunting me…so I’ll just have to put you in them…take your picture…and let that be enough…

Exhibit A…Little Boy Blue.

On to month 4!