I’m in denial. My baby is not growing up. He’s still a newborn…or so I’d like to think. Last week Silas turned 3 months old. Some of his 0-3 month clothes are now starting to fit, and others have become too tight. I’ll admit it, on several occasions I’ve put him in something that was too small for him just because I couldn’t bear the thought of him never being able to wear that outfit again. Granted, because he was so tiny at birth, there aren’t many outfits he’s outgrown yet. But, this is just the beginning of many clothes I’ll have to retire–a bittersweet reminder that these baby moments are fleeting fast. I just want to soak them all up and keep them forever!

When I asked my mom how a mother can watch her child grow up and not feel sad all the time, she reminded me that  each phase is just more fun. And, it has been fun to watch Silas discover new things and develop new skills. His smiles are pure joy. Sometimes he even smiles and laughs in his sleep!

(Look at those chubby cheeks and double chin!)

He now rolls over and holds babbling conversations with Mommy and Daddy. Stephen said one night that he’s pretty sure Silas thinks that when you love someone, you just make random noises at them.

As much as I hate it, I’ve had to resign certain baby clothes to the back of the closet or the bottom of the drawer. Hopefully, we’ll get to use them again someday if God blesses Silas with a little brother.