This week you are three months old. Goodbye fourth trimester craziness! Hello, schedule.
Where to begin. Aaron, I hate to say this for fear of jinxing myself again, but I'm going to go ahead and let you know: I HIT THE BABY JACKPOT WITH YOU. Not that I didn't with your sister. I did in lots of ways, ways you have not yet had a chance to reveal. But in terms of eating, sleeping, playing, smiling, and generally just going with the flow of things...
You. Are. Awesome.
This is not to say that things aren't crazy. They are. I wasn't under any delusions that having two children under two would be easy, so when my OCD kicks in and I realize that a) the onions in the fridge are two months old or b) I haven't cleaned out the diaper pail in a reeeeally long time, I try not to let it get the better of me. I'm not sure how much easier it will get in terms of wanting to be 100% there for you and 100% there for Anna at the same time (200%... pretty sure that's not possible), but I would like to state for the record that I'm trying. I have the unkempt hair to prove it.
Much of this is a refresher course for me. Anna started settling into a schedule at 12 weeks, and you are doing the same. Anna outgrew her clothes at warp speed right about this time, like you are. You're starting to sleep incrementally longer at night (Thank You, Jesus!). The thing that's new, the thing I didn't really know to look forward to, was how much you love your sister.
You love it when she pushes you around.
You love it when she talks to you in your swing.
You love climbing into bed with her.
And you love sitting with her on the couch, catching up on Colbert. (Alright, fine. Maybe Mom's doing the catching up.)
My point is that I thought I would have several years before you both would learn to enjoy each other, but it turns out you've already found your connection. Anna insists on taking a bath with you, and she asks to give you huggies and kissies multiple times a day. And I melt clean away when she does.
You think this is bad... wait till she starts dressing you up like a girl. (P.S. Sorry about that, Johnny.)
We made it three months, Mister Buddy. The temperature is cooling, the sun is going to bed earlier, and I may or may not have already planned out your Halloween costume. You get awesomer and awesomer every day, and things are only going to get better from here.