My sweet baby boy is twelve weeks old today. Twelve weeks feels like a milestone, like the end of newborn and the beginning of baby. Or the end of the fourth trimester. Or the beginning of giggles, toys, and real interaction.
When we took Colin for his two month appointment, he was 12.5 pounds, so my guess is that he's pretty well over 13 pounds these days. He doesn't really look chubby though, just long. Sometimes I forget that he's only two and half months because he looks older to me.
He's now reached the drooling, everything-goes-in-my-mouth phase. I wonder if he's already starting to cut some teeth, but I can't feel anything on his gums yet and he's not fussing like he's teething. He was really proud of himself when he finally managed to get his fingers in his mouth.
This boy is also becoming a big fan of his toys. He scoots all over his playmat to get to the one he wants. He kicks and swats at them and laughs at how awesome he is for being able to get them. He really wants to roll, but those arms and legs aren't working together just right yet. It won't be long though.
I have to admit that I have been really enjoying finding boy cuteness for him to wear. So many people said that it was hard to find cute boy clothes, so I've been on the lookout for unique, distinctly "boy" pieces. This robot mustache onesie from Zulily is one of my favorites.
Cara absolutely adores her baby brother. We hear "I need to see my brother!" all the time, and she has started telling everyone that he's "such a good boy." She sometimes gets a little jealous when her daddy is holding Colin, but she can be persuaded to play something all together pretty easily. I expected her to want to "mother" him as if he was a baby doll, but she doesn't see him that way. He's a real person to her, someone she has already called her best friend. Watching her love on him is one of the best things about being a mom.
Happy Twelve Weeks, Baby Boy! There could not be a more perfect addition to our family!