O.k., not really. I'm not that mom. I try to be pretty realistic about this little guy. While it is easy to brag about sweet Noah all day long, I can definitely balance that with some other truths; like he's got a horrific cry that I'm not too proud of, and he is having a hard time understanding that yes, every time he sticks his whole finger in his mouth he will gag.
But I do love seeing him grow, literally, every day. Whether it's in play, communication or just his size, every day I notice change.
In just the past few days Noah's been trying to hold on to things by bringing his hands together. It's got to be hard work to control those sometimes spastic muscles and coordinate his arms to work as a team!
For about 20 minutes today he just wanted to keep trying to hold this silly monkey. Not bad for three months, right? Watching him try, fail, grasp, drop, try again and grab that monkey was such a treat. Surely this means he'll be starting kindergarten at 3, college at 10 and Mensa's youngest member, right? :-)