Newborn no more?

Here are a few snapshots I've taken of Asher over the past week or so. You know, Asher--my teeny tiny newborn child. Oh wait. Now he's all the sudden 3.5 months old. Well actually, he's 15 weeks old today. But remember how somewhere along the way you stop counting weeks? I can't believe I'm already to that point. It's different this time--mothering a baby for the second time. When he does something out of the ordinary, like spit up for example, it's not like with Adam when I'm like OHMYGOSHWHATISHAPPENINGIMUSTGOOGLETHIS! It's like Oh hey, he's doing (fill in the blank) now; I remember this stage. It isn't any less exciting, though; I can promise you that. Because every new thing he does is something new he is doing for the first time. I still get as googly-eyed, My baby is a genius!! excited with each milestone Asher hits. I think I"m actually a little more calmed down this time, a little less freaked out by random nuances that threw me for a loop the first time. Okay, I still freak out all the time. This is me we're talking about ...BUT I think I freak out a little less. Except for right now: I am full on FREAKING OUT because just looook at these pictures!! Where is my newborn? Seriously, where are the infant forehead wrinkles?!! At what exact moment did they disappear? Please excuse me while I go stare at him while he sleeps. I need to make sure he doesn't grow too much overnight.