2 Months

and one week, two days (but who is counting?)

Amalia, my love, you are two months old.  How can one little baby grow so much in just two short months?  How can life have ever existed before you were born?
In two months, you went from a chubby, cheeky newborn, to a 15 lb 8 oz, chubby, cheeky two month old.  You have the most kissable and smunchable cheeks in the world.  Sometimes, they get in the way of your smile.  You are staying awake longer and love to be entertained.  Smiles come easily now, and you especially like whistling and silly, smiling faces.  You coo.  All the time.  Happy coos, complaining coos, just talking coos.  Like right now.  You aren't crying, but you are cooing, telling me that you want some love!  I'd better go get you.

Okay, now you are here in my lap, watching me write this letter.  Also, you are asking to nurse.  You are always asking to nurse, then promptly spit it up.  Your hands and feet are always on the go, and even when nursing you are trying to stick your fist in your mouth.  It doesn't always work.  You still have thick, black hair that isn't showing any signs of falling out.  You hold your head up high, and like to look around and be part of the action.  You tolerate tummy time much better than Sofia did, and will lift up your head to look at me, though you don't like to stay there for very long.  Your eyelashes are starting to grow, framing your dark brown eyes.  You still have your little dimple on your right cheek, and a very loud voice.  Just ask Grandma and Grandpa.  On Wednesday nights, when I am in class and Daddy is at work, they get to look after you.  And boy, you don't like it!  At least at bedtime.  When you are tired, you work yourself up into such a state, and it is impossible for anyone other than Mommy to comfort you.  You cry and cry and cry, making both Grandma and Grandpa want to cry, too.  Eventually, you fall asleep from pure exhaustion, usually cradled in Mama and Papa's bed, where you can smell us.  When I get home, and you wake up to nurse, I can feel your relief as you melt into my arms, sighing a comforted sigh.  Oh, how I love you.