Thursday, June 16, 2011

Two months old

Dear Milo,

This past month has been just as exciting and exhausting as the previous month. It's also been filled with lots of laughter and smiles.

And a few tears.

In fact, although it breaks my heart when you cry, it was exciting to see actual tears in your eyes for the first time. (I'm sure it will be less and less exciting as time passes.)

You're changing constantly. You've already outgrown some of your 0-3 month onesies and are started to wear some 3-6 month clothes. I knew things would happen quickly but I'm still amazed.

Among the recent changes, you've discovered that your hands are quite chewable.

We're keeping your mittens off more and more because you do chew on your hands and because you're not flailing around so much and scratching yourself. You have more control over your limbs. You're pushing with your legs. I know you won't be standing for a while, but you sure seem to be giving it the old college try.

You grab my fingers and hold on more often now and you really pay attention to rattles and other toys we shake at you. 

We have been taking walks together almost daily. Some days you love it. Some days -- especially windy days -- you grunt and fuss for most of the walk and don't seem to thrilled with being confined to your Baby Bjorn. However, you don't allow me much time for other exercise at the moment, so I'm doing what I can to try to get back in shape. I know when you start crawling and walking, I will need to be fit to keep up.
You're sleeping a little longer during the night -- at least for the first part of the night -- but less during the day, when you demand more attention from both me and Daddy. And you're eating almost every two hours from sunrise to bedtime. I have to tell you, kid, you're wearing me out. Still, I wouldn't trade this time for anything. 

I find myself staring at you while you sleep and sometimes I wonder if I'm dreaming. I am amazed that I made you. I often stop Daddy, point to you and say, "We did that."

We don't see your doctor until next week, so I don't know exactly how much you've grown, but I'm sure it's a lot. You're my little weed.

And your smile is infectious.

I love you more and more with each passing day. You're crying more tears -- as you seem to be ever hungry -- but I'm crying fewer and fewer as I settle into the exhausting, exhilarating and mind-bogglingly joyful job of motherhood. You are my sunshine, Milo. I love you.



  1. That smile is adorable!

  2. Oh my gosh, I can't believe he's already two months old. Rob and I still look at our kids on a regular basis and say to each other, "I can't believe we made them." I don't know whether that feeling ever goes away, but it certainly takes longer than four years.

    He's so, so, so adorable. I'm so happy for you guys.