two months old

You are two months old. And more adorable every day.

You have really discovered who you are this month. Really in the past two weeks, actually. I love watching you make a new discovery of your body every day.

*Length*

Birth: 21.5 inches

Now: 24 inches

*Weight*

Birth: 7 lbs. 9 oz.

Now: 12 lbs. 5 oz.

*Special Talents*

You are mighty good at sticking your tongue out. That is all you want to do all day long. These days when I ask you to smile you just show me your tongue. You think that is much cooler. And while it is terribly adorable right now my love, when you are 5, you better cut it out! Do you hear me?

You are also good at poking out your bottom lip when you are upset. That makes Daddy and I just melt and do whatever you want. This better stop too young man!

You are getting very good at smiling. You haven’t perfected it yet, but I will never forget this time when you are trying your best to get all your muscle to work together to give me a big grin. Oh they are my favorite.

*Crying*

This has gotten so much better! You cry, yes, but not near as much as you once did. We switched you from cow’s milk formula to soy and you are a totally different baby! You are so much happier! We like you happy. You now cry when you have a wet diaper. You hate, and I repeat HATE, wet diapers. We go through them like hotcakes around here-except not because I would hate to compare your stinky wet diapers to something as delicious as a hot cake. One day you will get to taste of their goodness.

*Sleep*

I said it last month and I will say it again…sleep? What sleep? You are on your own little schedule and you won’t deter from it. We are up at least once a night every night for a feeding and putting binky back in your mouth. I pray every night that tonight will be the night that you go all night…maybe I need to stop. Maybe I am jinxing myself. Sleep boy, sleep. Momma is tired.

*Dislikes*

Wet diapers. Momma putting you down. Burping. Pooping. Being still. Spitting up. Having your clothes changed. Wet diapers. Getting in your car seat. Being hot. Being hungry. Getting out of the bath. Shots.

*Likes*

Smiling. Being sung to. Watching TV. Emmy (your grandmother). Your swing. Prune juice. Riding in the car. The way your daddy holds you. Eating. Binky. A clean diaper. Your changing table.

Camden,

Two months have gone by since we first met. You made me a mom and at first I was terrified. The thought, “What have I gotten myself into” went through my head daily. Now I can’t think of what I ever did before you. You have made my world complete. Everyday when I come home from work and get to hold you I fall in love over and over and over again. You are perfect. I love the fact that you are a momma’s boy. Bad. When your daddy holds you, sometimes you cry. Not because you don’t like him, but because you want me. And when I get you and you stop crying…man, my world stands still. I tell you every day how handsome you are. And you are sweet boy. You are fearfully and wonderfully made by the Lord. He cares so much about you. He watches over you day and night. We will both learn one day that Momma can’t always come and scoop you up and make it all better, but God can. He can fix anything. Rely on Him as you get older. He loves you more than I do. I know because He sent His own sweet little boy to die for you. Don’t you ever forget that.

I love you.

Mommy.

(I have borrowed the layout of my monthly posts from this adorable blog.)