Dear Corben: Three Months

Dear Corben,

Today you turn three months old.

Wow.

On one hand, I wonder how the last three months could have possibly flown by so quickly. On the other hand, some days it feels like you've been here forever. You have entered this family and joined us so seamlessly, that it feels like you have always been a part of our lives.

You are just so frigging CHILLED. OUT. (Or maybe it's us that have relaxed...who knows.) Either way, you fit in here like an old friend. You're a pleasure to have around. Your needs are basic, and you seem to do well at communicating them. And when there's nothing wrong, well then you're just contented to sit, and watch, from wherever we may place you. You may fall asleep. Or not. But whatever the weather, you're a pretty happy kid.

You are also blessed with the bestest big brother a little dude could ask for. Man, your big brother sure does love you. Sometimes he gets a bit confused about how to show it....when he's smothering you with a blanket it's only because he thinks you're cold, not because he wants to, you know, SMOTHER you. It's love, hardcore style. Not for the weak of heart. Like this - I put out a basket of toys that you may want to play with some day, and Griffin gave them ALL to you. He actually had them piled on top of you...I moved them before I took the picture, like the good mother I am. I also moved the basket that the toys were in that he had put over your head, because otherwise we wouldn't be able to see your cute face!

According to the doctor, you are perfectly average. In the 50th percentile for weight (13lbs 9 oz at 12 weeks) and the 60th percentile for height (23 inches.) A far cry from your brother who was off the charts from the get-go! We here know that there's nothing average about you though, and all that time that you sit around just watching, you're likely about to pipe up any day and disprove Einsteins theory of relativity, or find a new way to build houses on the moon or something (your Dad would really dig it if you did that!)

I'm a little sad to see this 3 month mark come and go, and to wave adios to the "4th trimester." I'm really starting to see you come out of your little 2 foot bubble lately. You're starting to grasp for things, see clear across the room, and the minute I set you down on the floor, your kicking and scrambling and scootching, and before I know it, you're 12 inches from where you started, whether you meant to be or not.

I've been trying very hard to treasure each and every moment with you, and not get caught up in all the other trappings of this thing called life. I'm still amazed every time I sit down to feed you that my body has sustained you for three whole months outside the womb with nothing but the milk I make for you. It's totally and utterly cool, and I'm glad you like it as much as I do!

Corben, you rock. Plain and simple. You can stay.

xoxox

Mama.