3 Months

James:

You are growing up so quickly. I swear, everything happens faster with the second baby. Maybe because I know that stages will end, unlike with Emma when it seemed that the way things were would be the way they were forever. I didn't know better.

I put you in a 9 month old sized onesie yesterday and it was a good fit. You were three months old a couple of days ago. I can't get over how big you are. You are tall and perfectly chubby. One of my favorite things right now is to lay in bed next to you look down to see your pudgy bare summer legs and sweet baby feet spread out on top of the blanket (always on top of, never under. You're like your sister in that way, kicking blankets off of you as soon as you've been able). I just think to myself how you're the best little ball of baby, soft and milky and irresistibly adorable.

You are happiest in the morning. You often wake up about half an hour before Emma and you and I make silly faces and giggle at each other. It is the best.

I recently discovered two great ways to make you laugh. One is to sit you up and tickle your back. I start at the bottom of your spine and work my fingers up and you arch your back and laugh uncontrollably. The other way is to hold you up in the air, airplane style. You love this. As soon as you're up, you break out in a big gummy grin and then the giggles start. You love this so much, in fact, that you cry when I put you back down. Maybe this love of flying means you'll be a pilot someday. Or an astronaut. Who knows.