He smiles. He quiets when I snuggle him. He sleeps through the night most nights (PRAISE GOD!). He is wearing 3-6 month clothes. He coos and squeals. He loves his brothers...I can tell this, you know. He seems to prefer his blankie over a pacifer to soothe himself.
I thank God ever more each day for him. I am more thankful today than I was the day he left the hospital for his the fact that he is well. I can't imagine life without him. I can't wait for him to sit up--it will make life easier--the Bumbo is cumbersome. I think his brothers love him more than toys. I know he fits right into our crazy and awesome life.
