baby love

Simon is three months old today. He is 13 pounds even. He purrs like a kitten when he's finished eating and snores like a baby bear when he's asleep. He is a champion burper-- you would never believe the loud (adult-like) burps that come out of his body. He sleeps 8-10 hours per night.. and doesn't fuss a bit when I lay him down in his crib. He loves to be held. He is the most CUDDLY thing I've ever owned! He's lost most of his hair on top, but has an awesome mullet in back. He falls asleep in the pink bumbo as soon as he sits in it. (He pretends he's tired when I know he's just too lazy to hold up his head.) He smiles a lot but we're anxiously waiting for a real laugh. His brothers fight over who gets to hold him and who gets to sit next to him in the car. He has gorgeous blue eyes and the longest eyelashes I've ever seen on a baby. I would totally put mascara on him, but I'm afraid of the wrath of my husband. (no, Aaron doesn't hit me, but he has pinched me really, really, really hard.)


I am in love with little Simon. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I wonder if he is real or if I just dreamed him up. He is so beautiful (and so masculine at the same time.) I hate to say that I love him more than my other boys, but there's no doubt that I appreciate him more. He was definitely worth the 3 year wait.