I foolishly thought that maybe I'd get less enraptured by his little face as he got older and the novelty of having a new baby wore off but I think it's actually the exact opposite. The bigger he gets the more I find myself just staring at him and enjoying his company. Every time he smiles I laugh and every time he has a blank stare on his face I want to squeeze him and when he cries I want to kiss him and hold him. Sometimes I even sneak in during his naps and lay on our bed and just watch him and secretly hope he'll wake up so we can play. (I learned awhile ago that actually waking him up when he isn't ready just leads to very angry cries of protest).
I know a lot of moms that have to go back to work when their baby is about three or four months old and I feel so sad for them. The
Anyway, I just heard a little moan from the baby monitor so I think my cuddling time is near!