Two Months

Hi, Coleson!

Two months old, little man.  This has been the shortest and longest eight weeks of my life.  Being on maternity leave is such precious time with you.  You still occasionally fall asleep on me, but it's less often.  Whenever you do, I always stop what I'm doing and watch you and then slightly recline to nap as well.  I don't think there is anything better in the world than a mother having her baby fall asleep on her.  You occasionally thrash and let out the sweetest little baby sigh when I squeeze you in tighter to console you. Soon, I know you'll be too stimulated by living for silly things like taking naps on mama and will need to go to your boring crib to sleep, so I am soaking this time in while I can.

Daddy and I breathed a sigh of relief when we read in Baby 411 that six to eight weeks is usually the height of fussiness.  You can go from "Yeah... I guess I could eat" to "WHY ARE YOU TWO CLOWNS STARVING ME!!" in less than two minutes.  You also have the occasional flailing-legs-screeching fit at 2 am after you've been changed, fed, rocked, and cuddled.  One time, Daddy crawled back in bed at 4am after one such freak-out.  When I asked how you were, he mumbled, "Finally asleep.  I had to put him in the car just to calm him down. I drove around town for an hour and then thought, 'Where would be open?' So we ended up at Krispy Kreme."

That is how your Daddy stress ate two jumbo chocolate iced, kreme filled doughnuts at 3:30 am.

It's neat to see Daddy being a father.  I heard him over the monitor reading Good Night Moon to you once.  

"'Good night noises everywhere.'  The End.  Hmmm... What did you think of that Coleson?  It seemed to be good on pictures, but light on plot development.  You agree?  Would you give it two pacis down?"

You'll laugh at him one day, promise!

There were so many firsts this month.

You finally learned the concept of peek a boo and smile widely... but only when mama does it to you, which is cute.  You grin when Daddy wiggles his fingers at you, and makes an ambulance noise, but not when I do it.  I think it's neat that the two of us each have our own thing going on with you for now.  We're going to start trying to outdo one another just to see who can entertain you the most.  Cirque de Soleil skits to come...

  You charmed the pants off an entire office Christmas party while they were all playing flip cup ( you brought your own bottle), and, of course, Kate and Mark who came for a visit.  They have an adorable boy who you will get to meet soon!

Daddy and I took you to meet Santa.  You snoozed the entire time, but woke up later when we took more photos:

You had your first Christmas, which included more toys than FAO Schwartz and lots of cuddles from everyone.  

Grampy's voice is one of your favorites.  He can always get a smile out of you.

Oh, and you tried to suck Mimi's cheek when you got hungry on Christmas Day.

 Speaking of hungry, you have quite the appetite and have gained at least two more pounds.  We go to the doctor's on the 30th and are excited to see how you've grown.

Everyone is looking out for your little habits.  Daddy and I were chuckling at family members who were already widely speculating about your personality.  "He's an extrovert!  Look how interested he is in other people!"

I don't know if we can apply Myers Briggs to you already, but I already found myself doing the same thing during tummy time when you fought to keep your head up and kept trying again and again and again.  "What tenacity! What courage!"

The truth is we have no idea of your personality yet, and that's okay.  We just love studying your expressions, taking in your habits,  watching you begin to grow up already.  It's heart-breaking, and precious, and wonderful.

We love you, Coleson.