Oh no, we're not sleep deprived...

Last night, Mark changed Roe's diaper at midnight. He fussed a little while I fed Joel, but by the time I put Joel back in the crib, Roman was sound asleep.

At 3:30, he woke to eat again, so I brought him into bed to feed him. I kept his legs covered with his blanket, only freeing his arms from the swaddle to keep him warm. When he finished eating and I removed the blanket, I was in for quite the surprise. Mark had put his diaper on OUTSIDE his clothes!!!

Poor Roe! Poor Mark! Ah well, we had a good laugh over it this morning, and Roe is napping like a champ.

3 months old

Boys, please stop growing up for just a moment. Let me hold you and snuggle you and love you just as you are without feeling like every precious minute is one we'll never have again. Please be small and lovely and infinitely cuddly and cooing and enchanting.

I am so blessed but suddenly realizing how bittersweet parenting can be. I look at my sweet boys and how quickly they have grown and are growing and while I am fiercely proud of every smile and coo they produce, I feel a tightness in my chest and throat because they will never be this little again, and time is going so very fast. I just want to freeze these perfect moments.