Dear Jackson,
Three months.  Twelve weeks.  Eighty-four days old.  It's already flying by and I want it to slow down.

You found your hands this month and you constantly suck on them.  You suck on them so loud Daddy and I laugh at your slurping noises.  You also discovered your reflection this month.  You think you are one handsome devil and do so enjoy looking at yourself in the mirror.  Even when you are crying!

You are becoming more of a Daddy's boy.  Everyday when he gets home from work you just light up and get so excited to see him.  You spend the next couple of hours hanging out together, laughing and talking and napping.  Daddy is better at getting you to go to sleep during the day than I am!

Today as I sat in Mommy & Me (which we LOVE and have made lots of friends) you were sleeping in my arms and I picked up your little chubby arm and just starting kissing on it.  Megan saw me and smiled and I told her, "Sometimes I just can't help it.  I just want to eat him up."

Speaking of Mommy & Me you are really starting to notice the other kids now.  You just stare at them.  It's as if you are unsure if they are a relection or new kids!

You are such a dear, cuddly little man and I love you so much.  Being with you everyday is the best use of my time.