Remy was born three months and twelve minutes ago.
Twelve weeks ago, today, he weighed in at five lbs and eight ounces. Today he is pushing fourteen.
He’s a pretty big guy, compared to where he’s been.
But we’ve got some room to grow.
When Remy was born, Jeremy’s workplace got us a gift basket with a plush Noah’s Ark toy in it. It has the ark, and five or six little stuffed animals that go in it.
Remy really likes the tiger and zebra.
I use them in his tummy time. He likes to try and scoot towards them, and then gets frustrated when he can’t. Finally he settles on talking to them.
We’re so much more alert now. We stay awake for one to one-and-a-half hours at a time, instead of crashing right after we’re done eating.
It now takes us 20 minutes to eat instead of 10, since we keep having to stop and talk to mommy between gulps.
It means that most of our pictures turn out like this:
…because we can’t hold still long enough.
And every now and again we’ll stop talking and smile for the camera. But by the time the camera is ready, we’re already distracted again.