* Repeating "Hi" 19 times too many just to hear Russell say it once.
* Creating an iPhone photo album specially for the bub's photos. I'm not good at small talk and visual aids help.
* Buying oversized clothes for the bub. It's all about mileage. 9-12 months old pajamas pants for a 3 month old? Meet my mini MC Hammer, folks. You can't touch this...
* Enjoying an incredible sense of satisfaction when I carry and rock him to sleep.
* Admit to being that really closet-competitor mother. While I don't feel the need to hog Russell all the time, I want to be the one who calms him down when others can't, miraculously soothe him to sleep, be the first person he smiles at every morning ... wait, scratch that - be the first person to witness his milestones.
Happy three months, my little man!
3 comments:
he's adooraablleeee :)
OOH! So sweet. There is something special about the bond between a mother and her son. When I had a boy, I couldn't believe it for a whole year! Spoil him with hugs and kisses.
yeah, you are right. it's probably more 'maternal killer instinct,' as opposed to 'killer maternal instinct' in my case though.
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