3 months gone in the blink of an eye.
Wasn't it just this morning he looked like this?
All wrinkly and sweet and tiny?
Somewhere in between the laundry and homework and cooking and cluster feeding, my little man turned into a roly poly little cherub. He traded in his skinny little chicken legs for a lovely set of cankles.
One thing hasn't changed: we are all still madly in love with him. He has been such a joy...such a happy baby (as long as you don't try to put him in a car seat.)
Thank you, Emily, for capturing him so beautifully at these stages. If they make me all weepy now, what is going to happen in ten years when I look back on them?
