My little sleeping champ has continued to enjoy 11 hour nights and most mornings has to be woken up. He is going to sleep much easier and I am so thankful to God for each blissful night sleep he gets.
This is one of the many new faces he makes. He sticks his lip out before a meltdown and while very pitiful, I can't help but crack up every time. Usually there is some laughing from him in between the tears so I know he is just fine.
3 months old and such an incredible person already. There's so much about being a mom that I didn't expect. No one tells you about how much lint can get between those tiny toes. No one warns you about the gross world of neck fat or that baths without a fountain of pee are almost impossible. No one can describe what it feels like when your baby snuggles into your chest just a little deeper and falls asleep or the sweetness of those first smiles in the morning. The things I used to worry about seem so small compared to the worries I carry now. I wonder what Jesse and I ever did before this tiny creature came into our lives. What did we talk about before poopy diapers and tummy time?
This is my son. My treasured love. My giggly sweet ball of joy. My adventurous inquisitive companion who was woven and spun by the creator of all things.
My Elijah.
Happy 3 months sweet boy!
