Thought of the day

I am transitioning from thinking of Gus's life span in numbers of weeks and am now thinking of and referring to months instead. I find it annoying when people talk about their "37 month old" and will not participate in that brand of parenting. But do indulge me and allow me to note that yesterday marked 12 weeks.

Bitter: Gone is my baby who was content to be stared at, manhandled, kissed, and cuddled for 24 hours a day.
Sweet: In exchange, I have a baby who is wide-eyed, so close to giggling, finding his hands, and actually communicating with me in his very special baby way.