You’re two months old! I can’t believe it. Well, I’d say I can’t believe it but you and I have been together all day, every day – time’s just gotten away from me. We’re buddies, you and me. It’s so cute how you scan the room to double-check that I’m there. The other day I got my first unsolicited smile from you. You were chatting with yourself in the swing (thanks to James and Rochelle for that, I will love you forever!!) and I walked over to see what you were doing and you just grinned up at me. It’s like you’re saying, “Oh, hi Mommy! I missed you!”
People said it would get easier in a matter of weeks, and at the time I didn’t – couldn’t – believe them. It’s so much better now. I don’t having crying jags in the middle of the night because now you actually sleep. We started supplementing you and now that your tummy is always full, you’re a much happier baby = happier mommy.
We’ve been to the doctor a few times. At your two month appointment you got your shots and the doctor said you look FANTASTIC! You’re in the 10th percentile for height and weight but we shouldn’t be concerned; you’re just a tiny baby. I was too; it’s no big deal.
You and I started running together this month. You really like it and that makes me so happy! You stay awake staring at me from your carseat and I’ll sing to you, much to the amusement of other pedestrians in the neighborhood, and then you’ll fall asleep. We’re both sad to be done – ok, well sometimes I’m glad…the stroller with your carseat is heavy!
You have discovered your hands. You gaze at them in wonderment and on the playmat that your Great Uncle Bill and Great Aunt Sherri gave you, you swat at the toys continually and seem surprised each time that you did it!
Your smiling gets me every time. Especially in the middle of the night. When you’re crying to eat and for a clean diaper, I scoop you up and take you to the changing table. As I’m changing you, you just grin at me like, “Thanks, Mommy! That’s what I wanted! I know it’s the middle of the night, but dang I’m in a good mood!”
The dogs are now interested in you. Mac doesn’t leave you; he ordinarily is in whichever room that I am in, but now he’s in whichever room YOU are in! And Charlie loves your pacis. He has destroyed three of them now.
You still love the car and going on walks and runs with me, and now you love your swing and playmat too! You’re still not a huge fan of baths but your daddy has become the bath expert. I think it’s time we move you out of the sink though. Such a big girl!
Oh yeah – you have officially outgrown newborn clothes, and I cried. Hi, I’m basically your nana now. I know I shouldn’t be surprised, I mean you lasted almost 9 weeks in newborn clothes. But I’m so sad! Time is flying.
I have to be away from you for one night this weekend AND I go back to work part-time on Monday, and I’m nervous. I’m nervous in that one night you’ll want to wean, or that you’ll miss me. But you probably won’t notice – it’s me who will be doing most of the missing. But we’ll be reunited very soon, and I know when I go back to work I’ll just treasure the hours we get together even more than I did before.
Keep growing, my little bug. The world is yours. And in the words of Louis Armstrong, what a wonderful world.