Happy 3 months, Mr. Magoo! You're getting to be such a big boy. I still can't believe how much you change each day. You look so much like me, your dad, your Poppy Jensen, and your Papa Jackson.
You've discovered your voice. You like to "talk" all the time. You talk when you're supposed to be sleeping, when you're eating, when you're playing, when you're getting a new diaper. You make us laugh with your pigeon calls.
You're a smiley little guy, too. You usually wake up with a big grin on your face, and we'll catch you smiling up at us as we're giving you your bottle.
You laughed for the first time this month. The first time it was at one of your dad's lame jokes (as I groaned in the background). The second time it was at your dad's expense.
You've had a tough few months, though, mister. You inherited some of my "alien" genes, and I am so, so sorry about that. When you were in my belly I tried to do what I could to prevent that from happening, but unfortunately it was out of my control. I wish that I could take this all back and put it back inside of me.
Your mama is a fighter, though, and I promise that I will always get and give you the very best care possible. As you grow, you will meet many angels disguised as people, and I think that Dr. Mellick is your first.
We love you so much, Cole. Can't wait to see what next month brings.
Love,
Mom
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