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Tomorrow my son will be 3 months old. 3 months. Where did the time go? Wasn't he born just yesterday as a massive hurricane was barreling down on us? Aren't I still in Texas? It seems surreal... I haven't adjusted yet to living here... I still sometimes think and feel as if I'm just visiting. And my son. He's so big! 3 months old! He giggles, he laughs, he "talks", he smiles, he sort of rolls over. He does baby push-ups. He reaches for everything he can see and he can see so much more now.

He's finally wearing 0-3 month clothing too. :P Been in that for about a month now. 3-6 month is still WAY too long, but fits around the middle, so he deals with either a semi-tight tummy outfit or a very long in the legs outfit, depending on if he gets 0-3 months or 3-6 months. He's my tiny short little chubby butt... and he is chubby. I wish I had recent pics. Soon, I hope, if the camera will stop crashing the computer.

I miss Jeff so much I sometimes get an actual stomachache. Never thought I could miss anybody that much... it sucks. But I'm very glad to be here, regardless. It's... odd. And confusing.

Alex starts school soon. She's getting too big too fast. She can't read yet, not really, but she writes EVERYTHING. She carries around notebooks and pens and asks "Mommy, how do you spell [insert word here]?" or "Grandpa, how do you spell?" or "Grandma, how do you spell?" And as we spell it, she writes it.

It's going so fast. Way too fast. I want to stop time, slow it all down, keep my babies babies forever. Keep them small. I want my family back together, whole again... we're just missing the one person, and he'll be with us soon (to me, a lifetime to Alex), but still...

I'm going to go watch some old season 1 Stargate: Atlantis before I get myself too depressed.

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Normally Sam is well out by now. I'm watching tv and I hear him giggling from the other side of the room, so I go to see if he's awake and giggling or asleep and giggling about a dream. He's wide awake. Wondering what was so funny, I watched him for a bit.

He'd gone and flung his paci halfway across the bed (retrieved by me and put on the nightstand) and was sucking his thumb. Now, he'd been trying to get his thumb in his mouth since the day he was born. I'd had ultrasounds where I could see him sucking his thumb in the womb even. Problem was he didn't have the control to get it reliably to his mouth. Well, just a few minutes ago he was sucking his thumb for a minute, then he'd smile. He'd pull his thumb out, look at it with a goofy grin, giggle for a minute, and then back in it would go to be sucked for another minute or two. He did this about 5 times in a row before falling asleep again. He's finally done it. He's finally found his thumb and managed to keep it where he wants it.

Pacis are good and over now, I suspect. Definately a thumb sucker, that one.