Ean is three months old. He weighs right around 18 pounds now, and wears size 6-9 months, and some 12 months. He is gigantic.
He loves to be held, and he loves to laugh at Momma. I wear him in the Ergo and he nurses, then looks up at me and laughs, and then falls asleep. He is ticklish on his thighs. And he loves to mimic - his big brother was crying and Ean copied his whine perfectly, except he wasn't crying, he was cooing! Same inflection and tone, different context.
He likes to reach out at things. He was lying on his tummy the other day and when I looked over to him, he had reached and gotten ahold of the television remote. He was running his fingers along the buttons like he couldn't quite believe what he was feeling.
He likes to suck his fists. Sometimes he wakes me up with his weird sucking noises.
He sleeps in bed with me, and I love that. I love to curl my body around his. I feel his little feet on my knees and his head on my chest. I feel empty if he isn't near me.
I love him more than words can say. I am sad because I had such terrible postpartum depression with all my other children, so I never felt this way. With all the others, day to day life was a struggle; I was just barely coping. I'm sad that I never experienced such unbelievable joy with my other children.
He's such a sweet little Booboo. I'm the luckiest Momma in the whole world.