In another week Eli will be 3 months. I must admit that I feel a bit melancholy about the time passing. Even though each new stage is wonderful, I'll miss having a tiny infant. I was secretly happy when he was only in the 10th percentile for weight at his last doctor's visit (10 pounds, 11 ounces). I'm kind of hoping that the "little" will linger longer. For the moment, I'm just cherishing our tiny snuggles.