The One Where Henry is 3 Months Old

This sweet little boy is growing and changing so much!

He LOVES to be tickled. It is his favorite thing! He usually gets tickled while being changed on his changing table and he gets so excited every time I lay him down there. As I start to unbutton his pajamas or onesie he gets a big look of anticipation on his face that culminates in a sweet, hysterical laugh. He'll laugh so hard he almost starts crying from being so overwhelmed with excitement. And then as I start to re-clothe him he gets a sad, "Is that all?" look that just begs for a little more tickling. It is very fun.


I think I already see a very silly side to him, although he is quite calm and patient as well. He likes to just sit in new places and look around. And when we took him on his first long road trip to Idaho last weekend he was very upset if we put his carseat hood up so he couldn't see what was going on. He did pretty well on that trip, and was great at sleeping in my family's very chaotic house. He was happy and content the whole time. Of course, with so many people to love you, how could you be unhappy?

And he loves his big sister, Ellie, so much. She always gets right in his face to play with him and tickle him and screech high-pitched sweet nothings at him. I'm always concerned she's a little too close for comfort, but he often starts cracking up the minute she is in sight. It's a very delighted little laugh. The kind that comes from contentment and happiness.

And speaking of Ellie, this kid has a nice round belly just like she did. He weighed in at 14 pounds, 11 ounces, and measured 25.5 inches at his last appointment two weeks ago. I say this only because, if he's anything like the other babies, this is the only chance he's going to have to be the biggest kid around. Enjoy it while you can, baby boy. 

He's still pretty little though. The picture above is of the first time he rolled over. And he kind of throws his body in all sorts of weird ways trying to see this or that. Last night Steve said, "I think I'm going to nickname this kid Willow Smith. He whips his hair back and forth." Hehehe. My boys. So funny.

Dear Henry,

My favorite part of the day is when daddy brings you in for your night-time feeding, which is usually between 5 and 6 am. Since it's the summer it is very bright already and I can see that you are
 conflicted between ravenous hunger and a need to just smile and giggle because you're in my arms. And once you've satisfied your hunger you look up at me with such satisfaction and milk-drunk joy. It is the sweetest thing. And then you are really, really nice to me and go straight back to sleep for a few hours. It's such a marvelous start to my morning.

You are such a fun addition to our family. So fun, in fact, that I have to constantly remind your sisters to just back up a little and give you some breathing room. They would surely smother you with kisses if I didn't. And I apologize right now for the fact that you may be tone deaf from all the loving screeching they do so close to your tiny baby ears. You're such a good sport about it, though.

We took you to Moscow for the first time this past month for your Uncle Chad's graduation. His middle name is Campbell, too, and he loves you a lot. He is a really good man, very kind and smart and talented. I hope that you see him as a good role model. He also has lots of practice dealing with sisters, and lots of them. So far he has twice as many as you do. He may be able to offer some pointers in the future. 

I love you desperately, my sweet boy. I miss you even when you are asleep in the other room. You bring so much joy and completeness to our little family.

Love, Mommy