Three Months Old

Oh my heavens. Where has the time gone. My sleepy drowsy newborn has been replaced by a loud, happy chubster. He has found his voice and enjoys squealing. A lot. Like when he starts squealing, I worry that he is upset, but one look at his face and I can tell he is just happy. I think we may have another talker on our hands. Well, that is if his sisters will ever give him a chance to talk.  They adore him and he adores them. When he looks at his sisters, he breaks out the biggest smile.