Oh, you wily three months, where did you go?
Despite the lack of sleep, serious lack of sleep, you have escaped me.
But, you have brought these gummy smiles,
and extra chub for me to squeeze and tickle.
I've yet to make another stocking this year for this boy,
but I've spent my time well, kissing those cheeks,
and allowing neck nuzzling a bit longer than I should.
And although I shouldn't have one, I have a favorite age.
This one. You 3 month old confection of an infant.