Little Jack’s Corner

Gosh, where is the time going to?

My baby boy just celebrated his 3 month birthday a few days ago.

It’s been such an awesome, spectacular, fantastic 3 months!!  I never knew that something so tiny and helpless could overwhelm me with so much love. 

Here are some of the milestones I’ve watched him reach so far:

• Tracking an object
• Smiling
• Laughing
• Turning towards a voice
• Playing with his toes
• Facial recognition of 4 people
• Playfulness
• Mimicry of lip motions and tongue movement
• Babbles (trying to imitate talking)
• Awareness of hands
• Trying to reach for things
• Gripping a rattle, blankie, shirt
• Rolling from his belly to his back

It’s so awesome to watch him change and grow each and every day.  He’s growing right before my eyes….some days I wake up, look at him, and say “Son!  Oh MY!  You grew 2 feet!”.  

Ok, well he doesn’t exactly grow that much overnight, but you get my drift.

People might think we’re crazy, but we’re both ready to have more.     Kevin and I both have always wanted a lot of children.  It’s so wonderful to be a parent, and it’s especially encouraging to see a trend of “bigger families” going on in many families.

Since my early teens I’d always thought I wanted 4 children - 2 boys, 2 girls - if possible.  Being an only child, born to parents who both had many siblings (9 on mom’s side, and 5 on dad’s side), I was quite jealous of the bond I saw between my mom and her sisters and my dad and his brothers!  I always said I would never put my own child through the torture of being an “only child”, and wanted to ensure my daughter would have both a sister and brother, and that my son would both have a sister and brother (something I will always lack).  So, henceforth my rationing to have 4 children.  I was blessed to end up with a man who wanted children like I did - if it were up to Kevin, we’d have 9 or 10 kids. :)  And now that I have Jack-Evan, I have raised my preconceived limit of 4 children.  If God blesses us with more, that would be awesome.  I no longer have reservations about the possibility of having a larger family, like my grandparents did.

I also testify that the “amnesia” effect of childbirth has already kicked in with me.  It truly is a real phenomenon.  I mean, I remember the fact that I had major pain (even with an epidural because of a “hotspot”), and that for 3 weeks afterwards I was in torture.  But I swear, I can not remember the actual feeling of pain, nor am I afraid of it any more.  At first, I remember thinking that I never ever ever wanted anything or anyone near my body again, let alone have another baby come out.  But that feeling has dissipated, and the desire to have more children has returned.  I guess that’s the way God designed us so that we could carry on “replenishing the earth”.  I find it oddly comforting that even though God cursed Eve with “pain in childbirth”, he made amends by allowing us to forget the pain.

Anywho, it’s late and I better head on to bed.  My two boys (Kevin and Jack-Evan) are already sleepin’ like logs, and silly me, being the nightowl that I am, is here wandering around a bit in cyberspace!