Three

Today my third son, born on the third day, of the third month, turns three months old. He is a warm, soft, squishy, bundle of love who brightens every minute of my day. His is happy and smiley and laughed for me last night for the first time. That first laugh. I can remember it distinctly with each of my boys. There really is nothing like it. Now my goal each day moves from seeing how often I can make him smile at me to how often I can hear that sweet laugh. He is still a big eater and particularly loves his nighttime "meal" of cereal mixed with fruits or vegetables. He is already teething and his chin is usually covered in drool. He tries to sit up on his own when laid down and loves standing up in my lap. He loves his baths but hates getting his pajamas on and screams until I'm done dressing him. He is loving and receptive to others but is ridiculously attached to his Mama, which is just fine with me. Even during those times when I desperately need a break for a few moments and he refuses to be put down, I smile. Yes, I am cherishing every day with him even if it means I get little accomplished. He is sweetness and happiness and has a special little spirit. I feel like he is a wise little man who tries so hard to tell me how he feels as he stares into my eyes, resisting the urge to blink so as not to take his eyes off of me for even a second. I am helplessly and hopelessly in love with him and he knows it. He is my wonderful, beautiful, precious, third little boy and I am so thankful to be his Mama.