Three-Month-Old Roman James

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 been trying to sit up. It’s all… just… incredible. I could never have imagined being so enthralled by every single move & sound that this little creature makes. I was describing motherhood to my friend the other day and the best word that I could think of was obsessed. Yes, I am obsessed with him, completely and madly in love.

The past three months have been the best three months of my life, hands down. (Yes, the most exhausting and sometimes trying, but the best all the same!) I love you, Roman James — more and more every day. xo