It happened. I shorted my sweet little third baby.
Haven't posted an update in three months. Mom fail.
But I can say without a doubt that I am enjoying little Wells more than ever. Each of my children are their own little person. And Wells is one cool dude.
Wells has been my happiest baby. He smiles all the time. Even when he is upset, I can manage to get him to crack a little grin. It's his superpower. Smiling.
He is an extrovert. He thrives off people, old and young. He makes eye contact and sounds and tries his very best to connect.
He goes to bed in the pack and play in our room at 7:30 or 8 p.m. and sleeps until 6:30 or 7:00 a.m. He wakes up to feed a couple of times, usually around 2 a.m. and 5 a.m. Until a week or two ago, he was up every hour and a half. He takes two naps, 9 a.m. and 1:30 p.m. Both naps last one to two hours.
He wears size four diapers and 12-18 months clothing.
His first tooth teeth (bottom left) came in just a few days shy of nine months. One week later, three more broke through the surface (bottom right, top two). His hair and his eyes are brown. My mom says he looks the most like me of all my babies. But we hear that he looks like both of us.
His brother and sister call him "Chingy" (because he grabs our faces with his nails). He watches them play and is dying to get in on the action. He cruises everywhere and is on the verge of taking his first independent steps. I am not pushing that too hard because it's hard enough to keep up with him when he's crawling and cruising around the house.
He loves his family, but mama is his favorite. He doesn't want me to leave the room. And he always reaches for me when he's in someone else's arms. And that's perfectly fine with me;).
If there is one word I would use to describe Wells it would be JOY. Because that's what he is, what he gives and what he brings to our family.