Dear Biz e-Baby3,
I can’t believe that you are turning two months old next week. “They” always say to treasure the time when your baby is little because you will never get it back. I know that is true. I guess it’s especially hitting home for me this time knowing that you are probably my last child. I want to savor every moment.
You have very quickly developed from a tiny peanut into a proper infant with a little chub on your thighs. You wore Preemie clothes for a little more than a month and suddenly skipped over Newborn sizes altogether. We got about three weeks at best out of those outfits and now you are in a growth spurt. That must be because you are a superb eater!
It’s hard not to compare you to your brother and sister, but as a mom, how can I not? You are by far the easiest of all my babies. (I think the Lord knew I needed a break.)
You hardly ever cry, and when you do, it’s more of a squirm or a grunting noise. You have gas a lot — I will just say it. And, it’s loud coming out of such a little body. But, you sleep so peacefully and are even giving me up to four hours of rest at a time now when you are feeling generous. I admit, I think I may be spoiling you because we both prefer to sleep together. I think the smell of my neck and chest put you to sleep in an instant and I can rub my cheek against your soft, wispy hair while holding you in the crook of my arm.
By the way, your hair is falling out now. It happened to your brother and sister too, don’t worry. All my babies have been born with dark black hair which eventually recedes to the back of your skull and grows in blonde. It’s the classic horseshoe formation a.k.a “the George Costanza” at the present time. On a grown man, it’s called male pattern baldness. On you, it’s adorable.
I found your first freckle last week. It is on your left knee. I will apologize now if you inherited my skin. There could be a lot more freckles to come.
First freckle
You have flashed a toothless grin at me a few times and you know the sound of my voice from across the room. Even in the hospital, the nurses commented that you knew my voice (you smart little cookie.) Eventually, I know my voice will come to sound annoying and nagging, but I am glad you enjoy it now.
I’ve nicknamed you “my little blessing.” This has been a tough year, and through it all, God gave me the greatest gift in you. I am truly blessed.
I will promise to try to keep up with your baby book and photo album, but your brother and sister keep me very busy. So, in case I forget some of these details in the future, I wanted to jot them down now. I can’t wait to see how you continue to change and grow. I am looking forward to the young boy and man that you will become.
I love you!
- Mommy
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