Our big baby boy turned 3 months on Monday. Man, I swear I just had him! And he's 17 and a half pounds already! I wouldn't change anything about my Chubby McChubberton but I feel like I kinda got gypped out of the little itty bitty baby stage. At this rate, he'll be wearing Men's XL by the time he turns one!
Dang we love this boy. The innocence and preciousness of an infant just amazes me. I look at him and I just feel pure joy.
Speaking of joy:
He's doing all the fun baby things like giggling, cooing and smiling. Now he can kick at his toys that dangle over him, he can reach out and grab something that's hanging over head and puts it right in his mouth. All his hair fell out about 2 months ago and now he's got this cute little fuzzy all over his giant noggin. He loves it when you rub his fuzzy hair, too. This boy loves his sleep too. If I lay him on my chest when he's tired, he'll go right to sleep. None of my other babies ever did that, that I can remember anyway.
I love his fat little feet!
This is what he does when he's hungry:
The traditional brother picture:
These guys are like two peas in a pod. When I was prego with Gunner, I knew Rex would love his little bro but they already share such a special bond. Gunner smiles every time Rex is near and Rex just can't get enough of him. He has already shown him how to play with Transformers, how to throw a ball, and how to play cars. I can't wait till Gunner gets older. They are going to make an awesome team!
Love you Baby Guns!