This is also when he started to get pretty chubby.
I know this is just totally pathetic, but sometimes I get so sad that I can't go back in time and hold him again when he was really tiny. Okay, so not sad really; nostalgic, maybe. I'm sure this has been a mother's plight since mother's were invented, but while I'm grateful for each moment I get they're also bittersweet because I only get them once. I'm hoping that, since God is a merciful God, his gift to mothers who are through with this life will be being able to hold our babies when they were babies for as long as we want, any time we want, for eternity and forever. That's the only proper recompense for having to watch them grow up so fast.
So, there's one, two, and three months. Tomorrow hopefully I can get his 4 months taken before there is no longer a 4 months to take. Dang babies.