Three Months...

Today Wyatt is three months old.

It feels like he arrived so very long ago.

I can't really remember life without him.

Really it was such a short time ago that he joined our family.

It's strange to me that the boys will never remember a time without him.

 He's changing every day it seems.

Now he's sleeping six or seven hours in a row, fitting in six month clothing & weighs 16 lbs. 6 oz.

At night I sing him my favorite lullaby and he goes off to dreamland in a wink.

He awakes once a night to eat, sweetly suckling with his eyes closed.

He's an easy going little brother, joining in whatever adventures the big brothers & I have.

He can sleep through any amount of noise & only cries when something is truly wrong.

His eyes are still a sharp blue, and his hair, still dark, is starting to fall out a bit. 

I can't wait to see how it grows back in.

His beautiful pink skin is full of beautiful breast-fed baby fat.

His arms & legs look like I've put rubberbands around them.

Oh, how I love his baby rolls.

I am finding myself happy.

So happy.

It's shocking, really, to have joy despite my circumstances, but I am rolling with it.

I attribute my happiness to these boys.

The big boys love the little boy.

Even if that love is sometimes a little rough.

Or in Logan's case- a LOT rough.

The other day in the car he was playing with a bungee cord & he poked Wyatt in the eye with it.

Just to see what happened.

What happened is the next day I had to take Wyatt to Urgent Care because he had a scab on the white part of his eye with red veins bleeding all around it. From there I was sent to a pediatric eye specialist who determined that Wyatt got lucky- his was just a surface scratch & should heal up with no permanent damage. {sigh}

But I reckon with two three year old siblings, that's just par for the course.

And lucky for me, Jack is pretty gentle & always a really good helper,

giving Wyatt his binky, or blanket or bubba and anything else he may need.

That's a huge blessing.

The boys aren't the only ones who love the baby.

I love him.

Oh, how I love him.

Sometimes I will hold him and just cry. 

I am so grateful that he is in my life.

So grateful that I got to experience a singleton.

And so grateful that he is healthy.

I am so blessed by this little buddy.

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