Month Three.

Today, River became three-months old. More importantly (and surprising), Wing and I have kept him alive for three whole months. We still have no clue what we are doing but we are growing more fond of the little rascal each day and I think he is becoming more fond of us. 

He has got a Julia Roberts caliber smile that he shines constantly 

(of course not in any of these photos, he is his father's son).

He coos and goos all day long and I feel like I am always looking to the people I am with, who are also witnessing this miracle, to see their shock and awe and they are not nearly as impressed. Who have I become? 

He holds his head up like a champ. Ok, so there is still a little bobble but I'll be damned if it isn't impressive.

This week he started to stand (with plenty of help from me.)

 He looks so funny balancing on those chubby turkey legs. 

When he is sitting, he looks like Dopey from "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" 

It is amazing, thank you for asking. 

He sleeps between 10 and 12 hours a night straight and it brings us so much joy. I hear that isn't necessarily permanent so I am going to enjoy it while it lasts and cry giant tears when(if?) it goes away. 

He is starting to hold on when I carry him around. His arms have no strength and I don't think it does anything except raise my self-esteem but I love it so. 

He still doesn't snuggle, cuddle or nuzzle but I will wear him down. Oh, I will wear him down. 

He tries to sing along when we sing to him or maybe he is just trying to yell over us to drown out the sound... Either way it is hilarious. 

At night, he has what we call his "witching hour" in the hour or two before he goes to bed where we have to keep him distracted from his emotional turmoil and it is exhausting.

I thought I loved him before but month three has taken it to a new level.

^^Trying not to flash the camera (this is how most our photos turn out)

River is teaching me about myself and what I am capable of. In these past three months, I have become more aware of my strengths and weaknesses than I have ever been. I feel more compassionate and empathetic though I know I still have a long way to go. Today, I cried reading The New York Times, knowing that the subject of one particular article was someone's son. I want to become the best version of myself because whether I like it or not, I am setting a constant example to River.  He is already such a good force in my life and I will do my best not to taint his spirit with negativity so that he can one day be a good force out in the world. 

Merci Imagine Dragons France for the adorable onsie.

J'aime.