Letter to Emma- Month Three.

Eyes so blue,

Smile so bright,

You laughed out loud

For the first time Saturday night.


Three months old,

Six weeks you are suppose to be,

You smile whenever Mommy or Daddy speak,

You make having an infant easy.


That's you eating cereal,

You loved it so much,

You ate out of a spoon,

However Dr. P says no spoon can you touch.


Mommy has never listened

to what the doctors say,

I feed you what I want

You like it that way.


You sleep really well,

You're a happy baby.

You might be a little scared of Caroline,

Just maybe.


So little yet getting so big,

Kiss and hug,

Hold and love,

You are our sweet little Emma Bug.