By the way, this corn thing is fascinating. It's making my starch tooth tingle. Oh how I love my starchy foods. Grits mixed with scrambled eggs has been my comfort breakfast this week and I'll make no apologies for it. That's the rule about comfort food.
So this past Wednesday my baby became a 3-month-old, and it's with mixed emotions I say I'm okay with it. As preposterous as it is that only yesterday he was a squeaky, eyelashless 1-day-old, I feel a little less surprised at his bigness at this milestone than previous ones. His eyelashes have been long and luxurious for a while now, and he still squeaks just at higher volumes. Fingers are the flavor of the day.
And lately this little rascal thinks he wants to roll over, but I think he's just impressed with his own cleavage.
But some things haven't changed. Like how even though he sleeps through the night mostly, I still find myself waking up several times to make sure he's still breathing. And how my heart just up and melts at his scrunchy face when he stretches. And how I can't clip his toenails because those toes always wiggle when I touch them, even in his sleep. And can you say actual twinkle in the eye when he smiles?
Lately our favorite thing to do during the day when we're at work with Missy Moo is go to the zoo, even though really I'm the only one who appreciates it and it's been 100-plus degrees lately so we're all pretty vitamin D'd out. It's still nice to get out of the house and hear some peacocks. I should probably be pacing myself, however, because I come home so drained by the heat and humidity that I sit down and don't get up until bedtime, and the pile of clean laundry on our dresser is reaching a level I like to call RIDICULOUS.
Anyway, here's some more of my favorite pictures from the past couple of months.