I blinked my eyes and you’re 3 months old. 12 weeks already. I am so in love with you, it’s not even funny. I can’t get enough of your gummy smiles and squeals of delight when we make eye contact. I love that you track me when you’re in your swing and give me the biggest smile when I call “I love you Connor Joe Joe” across the room. You go to bed with a smile and wake up with a smile. You are the happiest baby in the world.
I have a special bond with you that is different than the bond that I have with your sister. I love you in a special momma’s boy way. And it’s not the same as with Claire, it’s different. But it’s equal and special in its own way.
I love the hours I sit on the couch nursing and staring down at you. Stroking that beautiful, perfect round head of yours. Listening to the steady suck, suck, swallow that is usually accompanied by the ‘this-is-so-delicious-I’m-in-Heaven’ eye roll into the back of your head. I love your tiny fingers that scratch and search until they find just the right spot on my shirt to hold onto. [Probably my favorite thing EVER.] I even love the 4:30am feeding, just me and you alone in the cool, dark house. I love bath time and getting peed on every single time. I love it all. And I love this little boy more than I ever knew I could.
I love the coos and ahhs. I love the spastic kicking and arm flailing when you’re excited. And the way your little mouth makes that perfect “o” when you’re about to tell us a really good story.
Connor Joseph – I just love you.
Happy 3 Month Birthday Baby Boy.
Love always and forever,