a season...

my little guy turned 3 months old yesterday. i’m not trying to rush him, but that’s a quarter of a year. to me, he still looks like the same little tiny squashpot that they handed me on that december afternoon  in the operating room all wet, wrinkled and pissed off, wrapped in a dinosaur blanket. he’ll probably still look like that same little angel to me on his first day of school, the day he gets his driver’s license, his college graduation, his wedding day…

…….aaaaaaaaaaand i’m crying……..

i promise all of these ‘the monkey is so amazing, he’s the most incredible thing in the world, he’s more perfect than a unicorn dipped in chocolate and covered in glitter, i love him so much i could actually puke!’ posts will taper off eventually, it’s just that being sick, coughing myself into a gagging fit at 3 in the morning and suffering some major, major sleep deprivation really has my emotions on the front lines. combine that with, well, a child more perfect than a chocolate covered unicorn dipped in glitter and it’s a recipe for some pretty dramatic waterworks. sorry.

after we had his 3 month photoshoot yesterday, we had a little talk about how he was ¼ of the way to his first birthday. i told him that, by then, he will probably be walking already, might be trying to say ‘mama’ or ‘dada’, will definitely have a few teeth and might even have some hair…poor little bald monkey. i begged him to stop growing, just for a little while, so that i could just soak it all in. i started to tear up, and he started to laugh at me…i’ve got a feeling that’s the way things are going to go for awhile…

so happy 3 months, little buddy….the most overwhelming, mind boggling, purposeful and love-filled 3 months of my entire life! thank you for being such a happy, mellow, charismatic, smart little baby…thank you for being the consummate love of my life.