
Where has the time gone? I'm officially three months old. After being spoiled for three weeks by 8 hour nightly sleeping stretches, Evan has decided to take another growth spurt. He is giggling, smiling, drooling (lots of it), making lots of baby sounds, and holding his head up without assistance. He is growing up all to quickly. He isn't showing much sign of rolling anytime soon, but it could be that he throws too big of a screaming fit on the ground and gets held instead of having adequate floor time to learn to roll. Oh well, I'm getting my workout as I make multiple laps around the house, so is Dad. Greg wonders when the night will come when he and Evan can just sit on the couch and rest. I look forward to Greg getting home everyday. As for the issue of Evan not sleeping, I can only hope that good sleeping patterns will soon appear, but as for now he'll just remain in his pack-in-play next to the bed waking his mother every four hours for food. (Evan's weight: 13 pounds)
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