And he didn't even join a hair club...

Bless his heart, E-man's hair is growin' in. None of us can resist rubbing this new downy bit of fuzziness and, as a result, he's got a kind of baby faux hawk goin' on. You can't really tell in this picture, though....oops!

He's three months old as of this past Sunday. There have been sleepless nights, frantic runs to the store to get formula and dipes at the last minute, many adjustments to our routines and habits, sad times when I would reach for the phone to tell Mom about a new cute thing only to realize she's not there and even a few moments when the Hubs and I were stumped as to why we had a wailing baby on our hands. On the flip side, there's been much needed laughter, wonder and delight at each new ability and discovery as the E-man grows and the Bubs learns about being a big bro. Good times, y'all.