Help, I’m drowning. Seriously, you are 12 weeks old and I have NO clue where the hell the time went. All I know is that I’m getting about 10-15% of anything done during the day and I’m tired. Which I have no right to be because you are an EASY baby. Like super easy. But OMFGSOTIRED.
So yeah, 12 weeks old…
I mean HOW CUTE ARE YOU?
You sleep through the night (and have been for a while now), although now that I’ve put that out to the internet I’m sure it will stop. This is big big big news, because your brother was NOT like that at all and I’m still so tired that I don’t know how I would function if you didn’t.
You grin every time you see me, Daddy, Big Brother and pretty much anyone who says you’re pretty. You also LOVE that cute baby in the mirror. I hate to break it to you kid, the obsession with that mirror won’t ever stop.
You’re still a peanut. You won’t go back for another check up until 4 months but you are teeny tiny. Like so small I just want to force feed you MOAR BOOBAGE, but you really could care less. In fact , one might say that my boobs make you angry. Especially my right boob, which obviously has supply/letdown/size issues, is totally lopsided and I’m guessing most of you have just clicked away because you don’t really want to hear about my boobs… Sorry.
The most amazing thing you do these days except eat, sleep and smile is this…
Pretty rad right? I’m guessing you’ll be crawling next week, walking a few months later and running away from me soon after. Shit, time to get a puppy crate or something.