My sweet boy will be four months old next week. Four! I've always thought of four months as the age when babies really start to get fun, and while it's true he's becoming much more interactive, every stage so far has been unbelievably special in its own way. (Although, a couple weeks ago he started GIGGLING--be still my heart!) He fills a space I didn't know was empty. It's like my entire being went, "Oh, there you are. I've been waiting for you." There is nothing more satisfying then this little guy.
At the hospital the morning after his birth, Nov. 6, 2013.
Conversations by the Christmas tree. He loved looking at the lights.
Snow angel baby - his first time actually out in it!
Absolutely melts me - we turned this one into Valentine cards.
And yesterday, studying up. It's good to be prepared! :)
I'm also happy to report that I seem to be through the roughest patch. Yoga helps, as does working. I've been making sure to feed myself well and take a little time here and there to just be alone (and, say, shower). As always: On you go. And soon it will be spring.