Ben may just live
Well, yesterday Ben turned 3 months old. Today I was breathing a sigh of relief. For some strange Scandinavian I'm-always-going-to-expect-the-worst reason, I always think my babies may die. There is something a little more solid about 3 months. They are really starting to move on their own, toughen up, stand up, hold up that heavy head, etc. But its also kind of sad because they are past the sleeping in a little ball on your chest stage. Each stage has its pros and cons. I guess that's what makes parenting so interesting.