Our little campfire hit the two-month mark yesterday, and again (and again and again) I find myself asking, how’d that happen already? Here’s the wonder of wonders himself, already unable to fit into what he was wearing in last month’s picture:
Current nicknames: Buddy, Mister, Can Can, Candu, Little Man, Love, Stinky (and again of the above, aforementioned names). I do occasionally call him Canon, though. 😉
Weight & length: 11 pounds, 13 ounces and 23(!) inches long, bringing him to the 60th percentile for both height and weight. I think I’m most amazed by the length, seeing as he’s grown three inches since he was born. Three inches! I guess in my mind I think that it’s easy to gain weight, but I ain’t getting any taller while doing so, so he must be the same – but no, he’s growing like a weed both up and out. Amazing.
Sleep story: I have to be careful how I phrase this, as jealousy and looks of suspicion arise simultaneously, but I’d say for the past month or so, he’s been pretty consistent at having a last feed at 10 pm and sleeping till 5/5.30 or so. [Cross my fingers, hope to die, stick a million needles in my eye… – where’d that horrid phrase come from anyway?] But this of course is balanced out by the other side of the “pretty” side of it, considering this morning he decided that it was much better to wake up at 2.11 am again. Go back, go back!
Poop story: I can smell him right now. He’s getting stinkier, folks. [Question: “Cara, if you can smell him right now, then why the h-e-double-hockey-stick are you not putting down your lap top and changing him?” Because he poops in increments every couple of minutes, and we’re only one or two in. 🙂 Fact: parents really do begin to intimately know and relish in the poop habits of their children. I’m proud to say that James and I keep our own habits to ourselves.]
Baby Daddy story: Yes, James is amazing, but now let’s laugh: Love, when are you going to learn that you shouldn’t stick your finger in the side of Canon’s diaper to see if he needs a change? It just might continue to come out with more than you bargained for. He slays me.
***I interrupt this previously scheduled blog to now go change the diaper. It’s time.***
Feeling: so content. So at peace. So right where I’m supposed to be.
Musing over: How’d I get so lucky? He’s seriously the cutest kid ever. I loved the baby daddy a couple weeks’ ago: “I know I’m totally prejudiced, but he’s actually a really cute kid.” Agreed. Of course, then as I tell that to people, some snarky friends then remind me that I’m essentially telling people that I’m really cute. So be it.
Learning: No two babies are the same. What works for one doesn’t work for another, so any and all advice that I’m dishing out has about 21 million grains of salt with it.
Reading: Baby 411, The Nursing Mother’s Companion, The Sparrow & Some Assembly Required.
Anticipating: heading back to work later this week, with him in tote, much of the time. I look forward to lots of walks and coffee dates with donors and leaders alike, with him cooing at us, while also wondering how this is ever going to work. It’s going to be different, that’s for sure.
Another picture, please: But of course, my little minions.
Love to all, chm.0