Three Months.

Jack turned three months old on Sunday, June 23rd. I can't believe how quickly this little boy is growing and changing; literally right before our eyes.

Some great things have been happening this past month. Jack is now consistently sleeping through the night, only on occasion does he wake up hungry (like his daddy) at 2 a.m. It's so amazing to finally have a full night's rest, even if the morning comes extremely early.

Jack has become more interactive. He coos and squeaks at us, waves his arms and kicks his feet like a mad man. It's pretty adorable.

The most simple things are completely hilarious to Jack, although he hasn't quite mastered the laugh yet. Right now, his laugh is more of a high-pitched, airy squeal and a huge, gummy grin. It will happen before we know it, and I absolutely can't wait to hear him truly laugh.

About a week before Jack turned 3 months, he gave me my very first real hug (at least that is what I'm claiming). I was carrying him up to his room for nap time. He laid his head on my shoulder, wrapped his tiny little arms around my neck, and gave me a squeeze. This could have been purely accidental, but it was seriously the best moment of my day and brought a little tear to my eye. I love this boy so much. It's incredible how the little things get to me.

Jack has gotten really strong now. He is nearly an expert at holding his head up, and we've recently started practicing sitting in his Bumbo chair. It seems like he learns something new every day. It amazes me.

Jack has been going to Daycare for a little over one month now, and Blake and I are so pleased with how it is going. Jack's teachers are so nice and they just absolutely adore him. They work with him so well, and have been instrumental in his development. I'm so grateful for their experience. It's been so worth it, and it's just so nice to know that Jack is in good hands while Blake and I are away working. It's nice not to have to worry.

I know it sounds cliche, but I truly never thought I could love as deeply as I love my son. He is such a gift. He is absolutely incredible, and sometimes when I'm holding him I feel so overwhelmed that I could quite literally just squeeze and kiss the little life out of him. There are times when just thinking about him brings a tear to my eye. There are nights when I struggle to put him to bed, because all I want to do is hold and listen to him breath next to my ear. I feel like he is too good to be true. I feel like he can't possibly be mine forever. I love him so much, and it terrifies me.

-Jess.