Happy 3-Month Birthday, Baby Boy

I can't believe three months have come and gone. Three months ago, you came into our lives and shook the foundation of our existence. You awed us with your fighting spirit and will to live. You caused us to worry, to take nothing for granted -- but most of all, you caused us to hope. Hope for you to survive. Hope for you to see and hear. Hope for you to come home. Hope for you to experience a happy childhood and successful future. Three months ago, few had hope that you would make it. Now you're heading home to where anxious parents and an unsuspecting sister wait.

My dad says that Max is quite handsome, and of course we all agree. He often comments on his nice round head and big eyes. Wonder where he gets his features from....


I remember when I was pregnant that I secretly wished for Max to look different than his sister and cousins. They're all adorable, don't get me wrong, it's just that all three of them are blond haired and blue eyed. There's a whole side of our family that is not, and I thought, well, why couldn't he be different? Then, at about the six-month mark we had one of those 4D ultrasound thingies done and I was so shocked and so pleased that Max looked like the SPITTING image of his paternal greatgrandfather. My sister came over this evening and we were going through some old photos (that I have here to scan in my spare time) and I came across the photo above and I remembered my dad's comment about Max' head and eyes. Hmmmm.... apple and tree, maybe?