Maxwell Wade, 3 1/2 Months

Written by Shannon Leigh

My, my, my…

how life has changed.

Our sweet baby boy is 3 1/2 months old.

He has changed so much over the past few weeks, I can hardly stand it.
And of course we are falling more and more in love with each passing day.

Right now my Max is cozied in bed in his swaddle.
Yes, he still loves being swaddled (woombied if you will).

We seem to have tuned a corner in the sleep department, thank you Jesus.
He generally sleeps from 8 to 6 without waking so we are feeling much more rested in recent days.
We just hope it's not a fluke!



He can sit if propped and he has, on occasion, sat on his own for a few seconds at a time.
He loves to stand and bounce constantly.
We even got out the exersaucer because he likes to bounce and be upright so much.
He has also started to roll from his tummy to his back and can get from is back to his side on his own.
He is such a big boy and is completely different from Ruby.

He obviously eats like a champ.  I mean check out those THIGHS.  

Couldn't you just nibble on them.  I do, daily.

I am guessing we'll start solids soon but we'll see what the doctor says at his 4 month appointment.

He babbles and laughs and absolutely loves to be talked to.
His eyes are too big for his face and they can light up a room.
We still aren't sure what color his eyes are going to be.  I am guessing hazel?  I think they're too green to be blue but to blue to be green?
He's got beautiful baby skin and his rosy cheeks just long to be kissed.
I am happy to oblige.

Who would have thought that I could love a funny looking baby boy so much?


The second baby is so much easier than the first (in some ways).
We are so much more relaxed and know what to expect to some degree.

That being said, there are plenty of  challenges.

Sometimes the days are long.
I am tired.
I am pulled in 800 different directions every day (figuratively and literally).
I am covered in spit-up.
I do not feel attractive (see statement above).
My toddler throws fits in public.
Max pees on our bed.
Matt and I fight.
The dog throws up on the carpet.
I don't get to use the bathroom by myself.
I am ravenously hungry.  All.The.Time.
I am getting wrinkles.
I get a paper cut
I haven't painted my toenails since before Max was born.
&
My ab muscles may never be the same.


But I am blessed.
And one precious giggle from this guy and a sweet snuggle from miss Ruby somehow makes it all worth while (on most days).
It's a strange phenomenon, motherhood.

I don't think I'd trade it for anything in the world.