three months
three months ago at six in the evening i was laying in a hospital bed making moon eyes over my new little boy. hard to believe. he’s is getting so big that my knees hurt when i stand up holding him, he’s gotta be damn near 15 pounds. and as much as i was crossing my fingers for a chubby baby he’s long like his big sister. and while he’s not the buddha he’s not all sinew like his sis. he has some chubb, but not enough to make him chubby.
he coos and laughs now and recognizes me and kicks his legs something fierce. he still eats like a shark, but thankfully he takes bottle and/or breast with little complaint.
he sleeps through the night and rarely cries.
and he’s cute, so cute!
i’m lucky.
we’re lucky.
you’re lucky too - don’t forget that. i’m sending some your way.