Emil, nearly 3 months.
Our little one is growing. And mellowing. I cannot wrap my mind around the past three months. Where did it go? Was this little person really inside of my body three months ago? It seems like a lifetime ago, but I suppose just a wink in the grand scheme of things.
Emil is definitely coming into his own. He is content to watch his brothers quietly, eyes wide and arms flailing, hands grasping. Milo laughs loudly when Emil’s little fist knocks him in the nose. “He got me, Mom!” And he leans in closer, giving his littlest brother a second shot.
I know he is taking it all in. Emil is happiest sitting on my lap, facing out, watching. Amazed.
Or like this. Next to me in bed, nestled in close to my chest, whimpering and giggling in his sleep. And I am loving every minute of it. Oh, what dreams may come.