Because Forrest is a crankster today and doesn't want to be put down. I seem to remember this whole 3-week/6-week/3-month/6-month growth spurt thing and wonder if that's what is going on with him. My normally laidback little guy has just been fussy and seems uncomfortable the last few days.
3 months. Really, how has it been 3 months? Sometimes I feel this sense of, holy cow, time is moving TOO quickly and my baby is growing up too darn fast. I want to soak in every moment of his babyhood since this is our last child. I love his little baby head smell, his milky breath, gummy smile, the way his legs still curl up under him when I pick him up, how he looks up at me when I am nursing him with his big eyes. Such sweet moments. I am going to blink my eyes and he is going to be a big boy like Baker.
Speaking of, he is just cracking us up lately with the things he says. I love his observations of the world. His perspective is so hilariously spot on sometimes. I love this age (well, minus the fits about things not being "just so")...the big kid conversations mixed with little kid innocence. He is such a loving little guy. I will be so sad one day when he doesn't need a hug and a kiss at random and when he shies away from me when I tell him how much I love him. I also love his independence - that I can just set him free at the playground and he'll climb and run with the other kids rather than needing me to be right there. I love hearing him talk about "all my friends" from preschool. He has this whole other little life that I am not part of and while part of that makes me sad, I am also so joyful that he feels connected to other little people. Social butterfly he is.
I'm not sure how I got so lucky with these kids but I hit the jackpot.
3 months. Really, how has it been 3 months? Sometimes I feel this sense of, holy cow, time is moving TOO quickly and my baby is growing up too darn fast. I want to soak in every moment of his babyhood since this is our last child. I love his little baby head smell, his milky breath, gummy smile, the way his legs still curl up under him when I pick him up, how he looks up at me when I am nursing him with his big eyes. Such sweet moments. I am going to blink my eyes and he is going to be a big boy like Baker.
Speaking of, he is just cracking us up lately with the things he says. I love his observations of the world. His perspective is so hilariously spot on sometimes. I love this age (well, minus the fits about things not being "just so")...the big kid conversations mixed with little kid innocence. He is such a loving little guy. I will be so sad one day when he doesn't need a hug and a kiss at random and when he shies away from me when I tell him how much I love him. I also love his independence - that I can just set him free at the playground and he'll climb and run with the other kids rather than needing me to be right there. I love hearing him talk about "all my friends" from preschool. He has this whole other little life that I am not part of and while part of that makes me sad, I am also so joyful that he feels connected to other little people. Social butterfly he is.
I'm not sure how I got so lucky with these kids but I hit the jackpot.
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