My baby is suddenly 3 months old. I love this age. The smiles, coos, giggles. The more reliable sleeping and eating patterns, interactions between big bro and lil sister, ahh, it’s nice. but it’s still a bit crazy. I still feel as though I have very little time to myself to think, to digest, to be me. But that’s alright, because these kids? They’re incredible. worth it all. I just hope I’m doing okay by them.