12 weeks and counting

So Marcus is 12 weeks right now, and 13 tomorrow. I honestly looked in the mirror while thinking that and felt old.

Let's see, this year both Eli and I will be 22 this year, Lucas will be 2 (I can't believe it) and Marcus will be one. I'm expecting another niece of nephew this august. My nephew will be 3, my niece 2. Wow, my brother will be legal drinking age in Canada this year (19).

Right now though, we're at 12 weeks and counting. He smiles, he rolls, he talks, he holds his head steady and up, can hold his weight while standing and he tries to sit up. I love seeing these milestones pass, but at the same time, I want to cry because it seems to be going way to quick. He's a cuddler, he loves to stand, he smiles at his brother, his daddy, his grandma and grandpa. He's started to smile at lots of different people. He's also been extremely fussy, and I'm frustrated.

Lucas still loves his brother, and I'm glad he doesn't realize I'm not playing with him as much because I'm spending most of my time rocking, cuddling, feeding, changing, and paying attention to Marcus. I feel horrible because I was doing great at spending time with both boys. Lately though, I haven't been able to. Still, Lucas loves Marcus, love me, and absolutely adores daddy.

As you can see, Lucas really does adore his brother, and treats him in such a good way compared to how I've seen him treat others around his age and older. I think Marcus realizes when you see him smile and talk to his brother. I know things will work out, I just need to pray, calm down, and remember that things will get better. I need to stay positive, and I need to get a few more hours of sleep, and a night out.

Until then, I'll just cuddle Marcus and Lucas.

Lucas giving Marcus a kiss on the head.