3 months and 100 days

It still amazes me how babies magically change once they hit 3 months. Chipmunk was suddenly super-smiley and happy. And colic? What colic? It's like it never happened. I actually thought this week, "huh, I guess looking back, it wasn't that bad." Of course, when Matt reads this he'll probably give me a look and say, "Wasn't that bad?!?! Are you kidding me?"

Of course, it's probably just the mommy-endorphins talking. You know, the ones that even though pregnancy sucked, labor was short of torture, and the first 2 months after giving birth were just cry-fests day in and day out, you suddenly after a few months think, "I'm ready to give it another go!" Meanwhile, the husband is burying his head in his hands asking himself if he was the only one who remembers accurately the past few months of crazy mommy moments.

Anyway, back to Chipmunk...Today is officially his 100th day! For Bear I wrote her a poem when she met her milestone. For Chipmunk, I put together a collage of his 100 days.



Happy baek-il, Chipmunk!