This little chubb-o is 3 months old
The magic number, if you ask me.
Don't misunderstand, I love having a sweet little newborn, but...
at 3 months they are suddenly so much more fun!
Smiles, coos, more interactive and interested in everyone and everything around them.
Love Love Love it.
3 might also be the magic number for our family.
Because we just might be done.
If you are mormon and reading this post I can guess your reaction (I've seen them all by now). In some ways, not surprising considering that the bare minimum for mormon families seems to be 4 kids. Then again, I keep hearing 4 is the new 6. So shouldn't 3 be the new 5? : )
What I will say is this: I know God has a plan for my family. It may not be the one I always envisioned. But I have been reminded lately that His plan is far better than my own. So I think we'll go with His. I don't claim to know what the future has in store for us (although we're pretty sure it's NOT another pregnancy). And I don't claim to know all the reasons why. Maybe raising these 3 is going to take everything we've got and more. (likely.) Maybe there's an adoption in our future. (something I think about a lot these days, ask my husband how much he loves it.) Maybe something else entirely unforseen and unclear to me at this moment.
And so for now I am enjoying the moment. Living in the now and trying not to worry so much about what the future does or does not hold for our family. Any way you look at it though I'm feeling pretty blessed. I'm in love with my family.
Yep, 3 is pretty magic.