And just like that ...

... He's already 3 months old!

Lincoln Lee Root

March 16th came and went. The whole day long every time I looked at his sweet self I was thinking, 'Little man, HOW did your first 3 months in our family go whooshing by so very, very fast already??' 

Time and life doesn't just stop for you to enjoy the moment all by itself. There is only one day in their whole life that you can call them exactly three months old. Or for that matter same with 2 months, or 1 month, or 10 days, or 2 days old. You have to make an exact purpose and point to treasure and savor their tiny sweetness. Because it's so, so short.  

Most people call it the Newborn stage. But I think of it more like the Newborn DAYS. Yes, it is filled with days and a couple weeks. But just like that you blink, and he is 3 months old.

He's my #3 baby. And I've honest to goodness been asked already if I'm tired of the baby stage yet since this is the 3rd time in 3 years. But believe it or not, instead of getting tired of diapers, spit up, lost hours of sleep, whimpers (or make that screeches most the time), multiple outfit changes in a day, and lots more laundry ... I know I have fallen even deeper in love with newborn babies and all their cuddles, loves, and sweetness once again. 

We've decided it's a good addiction too. :)        

He grins a lot. His smiles make me giggle with him every time. 

And I love the way he's starts grinning at me in the early morning dark hours before I'm ready to start smiling.

He still sleeps a lot through the day. Eating is his favorite past-time. And he has plenty of moments when being with Mommy is all he wants.

But oh how we love his chubby, little fingers, and tiny dimples in his hands.  The short feet with five tiny toes each, that have already grown out of the teeny, tiny newborn socks. The way that little balls of lint get caught in his fists. How fast their fingernails grow and get scratchy. The way he grins at me and it makes his paci wobble in his mouth. And the fuzz of hair that is starting to grow back on the top of his head. 

Remember it. Oh how we want to remember it all. Treasuring the tiny sweetness, and trying to make it last as long as we can. Because the days are flying by... 

I've never stopped and counted - but I'm sure he gets a couple hundred kisses every day. 

... He's my serious guy. A TRUE mellow fellow!

He goes with the flow. Which sure is a good thing because #1 and #2 take a lot of Mommy's time as well. He fits well in our family. Big brother and Big sister are his biggest adoring fans. Who knows how many countless 'cat-naps' they have woke him up from by their slobbery kisses and cheerful "Hi Buddy boy!".

He is wanted. He is loved. He is ours. He's a Homegrown Root.