Yesterday my little Roman James turned three-months-old. And just like that, my “4th trimester” is over. My baby boy is the sweetest thing. He is so big already — sixteen pounds, so pudgy! His vocabulary (goo’s, gah’s, moo’s and mah’s) is expanding every day. He devours his hands at every chance he gets & I swear he’s starting to eye up our food. Solids are just around the corner. He’s…
