three months

He's three months old.  Already.  

And I haven't written in his journal since long before he was born.  (We seem to be finding out every day how its true the third kid has a different experience than that of the first, or even the second kid) Three months and he's roughly the size of an average 7 month old.  Three months old and he sleeps through most nights, as long as its in his bouncy chair.  Three months old and he smiles and coos, making doing anything else but soaking in each smile and coo impossible.  Three months old, and I find myself pulling out his older brothers boxed up clothes from when he was this size, and its filled with fleeces and Christmas outfits...which will not do for the middle of August.  Three months old and wishing there was a way to stop the clock.

Sure do love this little guy.  

 He might not have any written memories from me,
but he should at least know he got cuddled constantly every day since he was born.