My little lamb is 12 weeks old. I can’t begin to describe what a joy he is, or how much I am enjoying him. Each minute I spend with him is priceless. I can’t get enough of his sweet smell, his loud breathing, or his bright smiles. He is mellow and happy all the time.
He wakes up and smiles immediately upon recognizing me. Sometimes he can’t even nurse because he is smiling too widely. His bright eyes are expressive and full of love. His fuzzy little head spins back and forth wildly as he takes in his surroundings. He is always looking around, fascinated by the world around him.
He is always sucking on his hands and fingers. Sometimes his thumb gets in there, but i don’t think it’s favored over anything else. He has been reaching for and grabbing things: my necklace, my hair, my hands. He touches me and holds my fingers whenever possible.
I really think he wants to talk, and as one mom said at Jacob’s preschool today, “with a brother like Jacob, how could he help it?” He opens his mouth and moves his tongue, and puts intense concentration into making a loud sound. He squeaks and squeals, and makes conversational-soudning coos and gurgles. He sounds absolutely lovely and adorable. He is friendly and flirtatious (if a baby can be such a thing!), gathering the attention of those around him with his smiles and coos. He will make eye contact and smile, then shyly hide his face in my chest. So cute. 🙂
My big boy weighs over 15 pounds (so he has more than doubled), and no longer fits in most of the 3 month clothes we have, much to my chagrin. It’s all going too fast! (Said every mom, ever). He is strong, and his kicking legs hurt if they make contact. He will whip his head away from your shoulder to look around. He can roll from his stomach to his back and his back to his stomach, although that one is hard for him, and on hard surfaces he only makes it to his side.He is soft, squishy, and delicious. He is sweet, mellow, and patient.
I’m really taken with him, in case you couldn’t tell. 🙂