I can no longer say that I have a 3 week old, a 3 year old and a 33 year old 
… at least not until December when I’ll have a 3 month old.
Magnus is growing like crazy despite the infection on his chest, he is healthy and happy. Though his most frequent emotion is confused… not confused in a not- intelligent kind of way, confused in a Saturday Night Lights “Really?” kind of way.
Really? you’re going to let a 3 year old pick me up? Really?
Really? I’m going to have to scream until I get food? Really?
Really? You’re going to make me take that horrible medicine even though you know I’m helpless … really?
Here’s the little man in his 4.3 kg s of glory (9.5 lbs).
He’s already in size 2 diapers. Don’t worry, I won’t let him grow any more until Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Jenny get a chance to see him. The rest of you will have to wait until Christmas.
