Holy crow, they weren't kidding!

...time really does fly when you have a baby! One day you're setting up his room, the next day he's three months old. Let's recap. In the past three months, I've learned to change a diaper, calm a meltdown, give a bath, extract snot and cure a diaper rash. I've seen hours of the morning I haven't seen since collegiate all-nighters. I've worn spit up and poop. Sometimes both. I've hunted everywhere for a burp cloth, only to realize there's one on my shoulder. And I really have cried over spilt milk. (Breast milk that is... you don't waste this stuff. Ever. And if you do, you cry.) But I love it. All of it. Because one little gummy grin and my melted heart would do it all over again. I mean, look at this face. Wouldn't you?

Mr. Cutler Jones has had a busy 3 months himself. Aside from his grand entry, he's frequented birthday parties (his cousin Meah's, his buddy Miles', his Dude's), made a roadtrip to Kansas to attend his first wedding, he's been to church (he totally rocks the nursery) and helped lead choir practice. Now that mommy's back at work, he spends his days with either Daddy, Mamaw or Mimi. Can we say spoiled? Things I've learned about him: his hungry cry is more of a pant, he seems to love music (sometimes I even catch him "singing" along), he looks just like me with his eyes open, he screams/squals when he's mad,  he loves baths and he's ticklish under his neck. He hasn't mastered rolling over yet, but it's on the horizon. He drools consistently and his hands are his favorite thing to chew. His sneezes are cute and his smiles are the best. And he really knows how to rock a pair of cowboy boots. Exhibit A.