We're two months into life with this little fella and he's already grown three inches, visited practically every playground and library within a half-hour drive of Hamilton, NJ, seen the ocean, napped to the sound of its waves, and sleeps more soundly than his sister did when she was two-years-old. (Thank you, Jesus!) By my third trimester with him, he was so strong and wiggly that I was actually self-conscious that his brazen movements would be noticed by my coworkers through my clothes. Even so, we were surprised when he rolled over onto his stomach when he was less than 30-hours-old and he hasn't stopped rolling since! Every day begins the same way-- with Mary Allison hopping out of bed and running to his bassinet to give him a serious squeeze around the neck while she says, "I love my baby brother so much!" She asks us at least twice a week if he can run, and jump, and eat broccoli yet, but for now we are all happy to eat up his gummy smile, darling babbles, and endearing spirit.
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