one-two-three

Tito, Vic and Joey. Charlie's Angels. The red, white and blue. Three Stooges. Three kings. And a bunch of things that comes in threes.

Before we do something, we count to three. And most of the time, when two just won't cut it, we beg for three.



Happy third month Aly! If we could only stop time, daddy and I will keep you as a baby. So what if you need constant attention. Or if I lost count on your diaper changes. Or if I have to get up at night to feed you. Or bring the entire house with us just so we have everything you need when we're out.



We just cant get enough of that baby smell, the innocent look when you stare or that infectious laugh when you're playful. We're excited to hear you count one-two-three. But just hold it right there, no so fast! Let mommy and daddy enjoy you as a baby.