elisha is three months old today. he babbles and coos. he smiles. he drools. he rolls over (sometimes). he grabs things (mostly my hair, but sometimes stuffed animals). he loves to eat. he’s already set his own bedtime, though because everyone insists on asking, i’ll say it now—no, he’s not sleeping through the night. it’s okay. really.
as i type this, he’s sitting in his bouncy seat with 3 out of 5 fingers in his mouth, cooing at the photos on the wall or at the fan. i’m not sure. one of the two. it’s hard to tell.
our next door neighbor just had a baby boy recently. he was 8 pounds, 9 ounces … and yet when i look at him, he looks so small. i can’t believe elisha has grown so big. i can hardly remember him being tiny any more.
the chunk of my heart he’s got in his hand gets bigger every day, too.