The changes never cease

Whew. Hard to believe Grayson is nearly 12 weeks old. He's met so many milestones, and yet there are so many events we eagerly await. He's made it through his first round of immunizations (not a pleasant experience for either of us); figured out how to roll from stomach to back (prior to his second month I might add); begun smiling in response to other people's smiles; he's loving bathtime for the most part; and he no longer screams in terror during a diaper change. As you can see from the pictures, his jaundice is a thing of the past; and his complexion is really clearing up. And probably the best thing- he will now simply lay on the couch or sit in his swing and be perfectly content to just look at his hands or the ceiling fan and not demand constant holding and bouncing (though he gets plenty of it!) It's great because I'm not sure if I could have dealt with it for much longer. I guess God has our development programmed just right.
Jennifer has been dealing with a horrible case of mastitis. It flared up around labor day and she's still seeing a doctor right now. Things are seemingly improving though. Needless to say it has been a stressful month and a half. But she's incredibly strong and will pull through it in time.
I'm getting more and more adept at taking care of the little man. We have our ups and downs, but each of us is getting very comfortable with the other. I know what its like to think that no one else can care for a child like his own mother or father. But thank God for grandparents! We'd be in trouble without them.
Grayson has graciously given me some time for this, but I have more pressing obligations to fulfill while he sleeps.