Last October we made it to the twelve-week mark of my pregnancy and began to cautiously believe that our rainbow would finally come (and that my nausea-starvation combo might begin to subside). A year later and our little Doc is laughing, army crawling (and face-planting), and doing his best to keep up with the tornado that is our three-year-old. This month he owned the dreaded 4-month sleep regression as if he had read all of the baby sleep books that I haven't even read! He loved his visit from Lolli who smashed herself in between two carseats to keep his tears to a minimum during our adventures around central New Jersey. A couple weeks ago we headed back into the city where Declan rolled around with his little baby friend in my childhood friend's Harlem home, looked at dinosaur bones and listened to an opera at the Natural History Museum, and swung at a playground in Central Park. Other firsts this month include: trips to the pumpkin patch, a perfect fall morning spent at Princeton University's campus and it's art museum, and his first legit brunch experience at our favorite grown-up restaurant. This little one has been along for so much in just a few months and the best is yet to be!
