Today you are 3 months and 9 days old. I have no idea how I got lucky enough to have such a happy, healthy, perfect little baby. I love how you smile so big when your dad or I smile at you. You smile with your whole entire being. Your arms and legs flail, you flash a wide toothless grin and squeal like nobody’s business.
You’re also really noticing (and loving) the world around you. You love to look at your puppy, Lola, and you’ve recently been amazed by your Baby Einstein music player, and the ceiling fan in our bedroom. It’s so cool to see the world through your eyes, especially when it’s something like a ceiling fan that we don’t exactly appreciate for how entertaining it really is! Especially during the summer when there’s nothing good on TV.
Every day when I leave work, I practically run out to my car because I can’t wait to see you and hold you and kiss your big, schmooshy cheeks. I don’t even care that you seem to enjoy spitting up all over me (including down my shirt, causing spit up to pool in my bra).
I love you.