Three Months Old

Where did the time go? It seems like just yesterday that we brought you home from the hospital. At three months old, Lucas, you are no longer a newborn. You are now considered an infant; a busy, cooing, gurgling, smiley, curious, happy infant.

The last three months have been the best adventure of my life so far, and I’m looking forward to getting to know you better and learning more about myself as we go. So far having a three month old has taught me:

When you gotta go, you gotta go and it doesn’t matter where you are, who gets in the way or how cute the onesie is that gets sacrificed.

The walk to our mailbox is lined with beautiful sunlit trees, plants and cobwebs.

Our back yard can be one of the most calming places on earth.

A smile can be the simplest and quickest way to improve a relationship.

There is nothing more comforting than the security of mom’s arms.

It doesn’t have to be silent to sleep. A jack hammer pounding on cement or a hotel fire alarm going off at midnight could actually promote sweet dreams.

Sometimes you just need to be left alone.

A bald head, chubby cheeks and thighs are positively adorable.

It is possible to love someone more than you ever thought you could.

Sneezes are funny.

Happy three months, baby!

The best is yet to be.

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