My sweet little boy is three months old now. It seems like he's been a part of our family forever. He just fits. It seems like the stress and anxiety of the pregnancy, NICU and then PICU is just a distant dream. I love having him here.
He's doing really well. He's growing like crazy and is ALMOST as big as Joey was when he was born. LOL. Maybe we should have called Andy peanut instead! :o) He's a strong little guy. He's been holding his head up for weeks and when I put him on his belly he tends to roll over before I can blink! He may be tiny but he's certainly not lagging developmentally so far. And I couldn't be more grateful. I love him. I love the little piggy noises me makes when he eats. I love how he kicks his legs and smiles when he hears my voice. I love how patient he is when his big brother gives him "big hugs." He just fits in so naturally with us. Like he's been here all along. He doesn't like getting his diaper changed, baths, being still or changing his clothes. He loves to be moving or to be where he can see what's going on around him. He tends to sleep in his swing or bouncy most of the time but sleeps best when someone holds him. Most of the time he's pretty content just to be a part of whatever's going on around him. I can't imagine our house without him!!


I think he looks like my Grandpa in that one!