It’s pretty amazing how quickly these months have passed. And how big my little boy is getting. Cliché, I know, but true.

Eliot is a pretty laid back dude. I think he has to be, yielding to the endless energy of his older brother! He is awake and happy during the day. He has discovered his hands, and they are constantly in his mouth. He holds his head up like a champ, even though he doesn’t love tummy time. He coos and bubbles and talks whenever I look his direction. He smiles easily these days, and Dave thought he heard the beginning of a giggle this week! 

He is the poster child for the phrase “With perfect timing there is no crying.” If we swaddle him up right as he is starting to get tired, he will put himself to sleep just lying in the middle of our bed. If I miss that window, though, it takes a couple minutes of pretty intense rocking for him to calm himself enough to drift off. That bouncing has been a great leg workout for me! He is sleeping through the night (most days) until around 5 am, which is when I need to feed him to head out on my run anyway, so it works out splendidly.