Two months old? Good lord…
And while I’d like to say that it’s gone by REALLY fast… eh. It feels like you’ve been here for a LONG time. Which of course I mean that in the best way possible…
All in all though, she is a REALLY good baby. For being two months old, she gets up about once in the night, twice tops. She doesn’t cry that much except for the witching hour and even that is totally doable. She’s super snuggly, loves to get dressed up and indulges my love of sticking bows and flowers on her head.
She’s SUPER smiley and LOVES to talk… no idea where she got THAT one… and she adores her Daddy and her Big Brother. I of course am a favorite, being the provider of life and boobage, so I can’t complain either.
The weirdest thing about this kid? How TEENY she is! At her 8 week checkup she only weighed in at a whopping 9 pounds 6 ounces. A PEANUT to say the least. She is the 10th percentile in height, 18th in weight and 75th is head circumference. That’s right, she’s already a GENIUS with that gigantic cranium.
But I think what makes her size so hard to comprehend is that at Drew’s 8 week checkup? 13 pounds 4 ounces and a whole 3 inches longer. GOOD LORD.
Where did this tiny creature come from?
