Keegan turned three months old yesterday. Sometimes the time seems to have flown and sometimes I feel like he should be older. I read in the doctor's office that around this time babies fall in love with their parents. He does seem to glow when we are around him. Gooey love eyes and gummy smiles. Of course I could be projecting that onto him.
He is really into grabbing stuff and looking in mirrors. He'll catch a glimpse and freeze staring. Keegan may have figured out that he is exactly what I keep telling him. A beautiful baby.
For the record he does not sleep through the night. Not even close. I have almost given up on that dream. I think we might be mid-growth spurt. He woke up every two hours last night to eat. And he spent the better part of the evening eating too.
Let's take a moment to discuss his diapers. I have no problem with the pee. But his bowel movements are unbelievable. Gettting more adult like every day. And super stinky! Anyone can change a young baby's diaper. But from now on is when we see the real heroes. Needless to say, Tom isn't volunteering.

Ooops. The little guy is squawking for his dinner. I'll continue the post-partum section of this later.

PS I found out that Keegan means "little fire." So I have taken to calling him Spitfire sometimes. Well along with Mr. Grumpy, Mr. Fussy, Mr. Stinkypants, Squeaky, Squirty, Boo-boo, Lovey-lu, etc.
Clearly I have issues with petnames.