I think the 4th trimester is finally over. The days of little sleep, few showers and maternity leave are a thing of the past. This past Saturday, our little man turned 3 months. Really! 3 freaking months.
I’m tip toeing back from his room since checking on him because… yup, he is sleeping in his crib! We made the move almost 2 weeks ago and he has been sleeping through the night ever since. I have to give the SwaddleMe (cough cough… strait jacket) major props for making this transition possible. He sleeps from about 10pm-7am and will take another nap around 9am.
So here is a little summary on the little guy…
He is a baby of many names. More names than our dog…
CC, Chuck, Christopher, Charlie Choo, Trey, Little Man, Stinky, Boogs… I can keep going. I have a feeling he is going to grow up and have no clue what his real name is considering we still cant seem to settle on ‘one’ real name to call him.
He’s wearing size 1 diapers, drinking soy formula (yup I am a breast feeding drop-out) and sporting 0-3 month clothing.
His thighs have gained at least 3 more rolls and he has fat little wrists, he is my chunky boy and it’s hard to believe that 3 months ago he weighed 5lbs. Really? His last appointment he weighed 11.14lbs but that was over 3.5 weeks ago.
My favorite time of the day is when we starts moaning and groaning on the monitor and when I go to get him, he gives me the biggest smile then he wraps his arms around you when you pick him up. Pure love. I am still trying to figure out where he adopted this “morning person” thing because it definitely didn’t come from me or his father.
We are starting to pick up on his little personality, it’s pretty fun to recognize his little things. He smiles more, laughs at us, grabs for things and I’m pretty convinced he recognizes us. Time is flying and even though I didn’t want him to grow so fast, every little new thing he does makes me even more excited for what is to come next.
Happy 3 months little man!