Errol Mark is 4 months old and I can hardly believe it. You'd think by my third I'd be really comfortable with this whole "aging" thing, but I'm not. Just when I get used to a certain age they go and grow up on me :)
There is something about him being my last that his hit me quite recently. Probably because I'm getting enough sleep now to form complete thoughts and realize what is happening. I'm very comfortable with the idea of never being pregnant again (I think) and I'm getting used to the idea of never giving birth again (I think) but this age, 4 months, this is going to be a tricky one to get over. He can't go anywhere on his own yet, still is fully reliant on me for his food, and hasn't figured out what serparation anxiety is. It's just so much fun. Oh, and he laughs. Precious precious giggles. Mainly from his dad but I've been able to get him to giggle lately and it melts my heart.
And I must say, that one of the greatest joys in our home right now is the sibling relationship between Greta and Audrey. I could write a whole 'nother post on it but since I'm not sure when all three babes will ever be asleep at the same time again, I'll just mention it here. So so sweet. I didn't have a sister growing up and so to witness this between my ladies is just amazing. They genuinely like each other. They enjoy playing together. And, probably because they are only 14 months apart, they are doing the same things. Right now their favorite activities are playing pretend (Both love Anna from Frozen so we have a lot of that going on), playing games like Cinderella's Ball and matching, drawing, reading (Greta especially) and watching shows.
Needless to say, when I have a moment to stop and think I can't help but feel so so blessed.
God is good. All the time.