Our Little Three Month Old

 

Yesterday this little guy turned Three Months Old. Dan and I didn't realize how much he's changed, until we looked at last months pictures. What a difference! He's getting so big! I suppose when you see him every day you don't notice the subtle changes.

 

New things from this past month:

He can roll from his stomach to his back.

He loves music. All kinds

He will finally nap in his pack-n-play

 

 

Here are a few more pictures from this past month

 

Confessions

I do not like the infant stage

There. I said it.

So before you even ask:

Yes, I love my son

No, I do not hate being a mother.

No, this isn't something I just realized after having a baby.


I have always preferred toddlers. I know they keep you busy, and they talk back, but I like that age! I like the sass and attitude that comes with that age group.

I can't wait until Roman is old enough to play at the park or listen at story time. I want to be able to build forts, and play in the mud with him. I'm not afraid of dirt. I have four dogs if you remember :)

Right now this infant stage seems so tedious. I don't like the game, "Guess why I'm crying". I don't like that he doesn't understand why he has to stay in the car seat while we are driving.  I don't like being stuck in a chair holding him while he naps.

And before you start telling me that I need to savor every moment, please remember- you did NOT enjoy every moment. Every moment is not wonderful. Some moments are difficult. Some moments you feel like pulling your teeth out. Some moments you would give anything just to have that baby finally fall asleep like he so obviously wants to do.

Thankfully there are those other moments: the smiles, the coos, learning something for the first time. It's exciting, and I can't tell you how much my heart swells every time I see his sweet, toothless grin.  I know I will miss this closeness when he is older and doesn't need me to hold him constantly or feed him. But now is not that time. Now I am excited the weeks and months are flying by, because it means everyday he's getting a little older. Everyday he is getting a little more comfortable in this world and gaining some independence.

Some day soon he will need me to chase him around as he speed crawls around the house. Or hold his hand when he starts walking

And I'm okay with that :)