The last twelve weeks have flown by and Logan has been so much fun. I held a 5-week-old today and he felt so tiny and breakable. I don't even remember Logan ever being that small.
At twelve weeks Logan is smiling a lot and cooing. He is on the verge of laughing - I'm just not that funny I guess. He is very close to rolling over from back to front and is sitting up in his Bumbo seat. He loves being outside and I'm so glad we've had the mild winter that I prayed for. Bath time is so fun, as is any naked time. He loves being naked and laying on his changing table. Unless he's hungry - he doesn't love anything when he's hungry. When he lays on his back to play he kicks and wiggles until he wears himself out. Logan has been sleeping through the night for 3 weeks. He wakes up with the sweetest smile on his face.
Here's our little "bug" today smiling at me when he is supposed to be napping. You can guess how that nap turned out! (Asleep on me of course! I've only got 6 days left at home with him, so what the heck!)
In his first 12 weeks Logan has made two road trips to San Antonio and flown to Harlingen. He has been a great traveler so far. Logan has been on countless play dates (I have to get out a lot for sanity's sake) and is so agreeable on all of them. He has had two "practice" half-days at daycare and seems to do well. Miss Cathy is his teacher and she seems to think he will be a good fit in his class. He has a set of fraternal twins as classmates - both boys - and a sweet little girl, too. They are all about 6 or 7 months old I'm guessing. Logan and another baby girl about his age start next week. Since that makes 5 babies that means another teacher will be joining the class as well.
More to come on how I'm coping with going back to work. . .