Connor turned 2 months today! I have to say that I was less sad about it than I thought. I figured I'd be bummed that my little man was growing up, but instead I was sort of proud of him.
I am proud of how much he has matured.
I am proud that he can hold up his head so well.
I am proud when he lets me snuggle with him or when he falls asleep in my arms.
I am proud that whenever anyone sees him they say how alert he is.
I am proud of his fluffy hair, because everyone comments on how cool it is. And for the record, no, I do not put styling product in it. It just drys that way.
I am proud that he is smiling more. No matter how tired or frustrated I become, one of those big gummy grins and a coo, and my heart is melted.
I am proud that he has started to fall asleep on his own, with just some gentle coaxing from us. We lay him to bed awake and he falls asleep on his own.
I am proud that he can sleep from 8pm until 4am without a feeding.
I am proud that he is becoming much more predictable during the day, but don't get me wrong, he still challenges me with his unpredictability just as often. As a friend of mine once said, "Just when we think we know our little ones and bank on how they'll behave, they do just the opposite to sort of say, 'Sorry Mommy, you're not getting away that easy. I'm a mystery." So true, so true.
I am proud that he is becoming more flexible. Case in point, him starting to like the swing. He used to hate the swing and now he takes naps in it, which is life changing for Mommy.
I am proud of how handsome he is.
I am proud of his chubby cheeks that are just so touchable and soft.
I am proud that he likes bath time. I never thought he would, based on his typically fussy temperament and our initial experience with bath time, but it's amazing how much he quiets down in the bath. It's awesome and it's a fun Mommy and Daddy experience.
I am proud of his ability to bat at the toys on his bouncer.
I am proud of his vocal abilities. I swear we talk to each other sometimes. I am certain he knows what he's saying, but I'm just as certain, that I have no idea what that might be.
I am proud when Daddy is holding Connor and they are having a special moment together. It might make me a bit misty even.
I am proud when Daddy is holding Connor and I walk up from behind and sort of surprise Connor with my prescence and he gives me a smile as if to say, "Oh my gosh, I know you and guess what, I love you." It's amazing.
I am proud of those precious moments when he holds the pacifier all by himself. Those moments are less often than I would like, but that's something we can work on next month.
I am proud when he starts fussing and works it out on his own. It's such a cool moment when I hear him crying and then when I come to his rescue, he has already worked it out. Again, that doesn't always happen and most times he needs Mommy and pacifier intervention, but when he does work it out, it's great. I'm hoping it's a sign of things to come.
I am proud that more often than not, he does not cry when I change his diaper.
I AM PROUD OF MY TWO MONTH OLD BABY BOY.
Cute Connor with a puppy.
Serious Connor.
Sweet Connor.
Oh and I didn't even get to tell you that we visited Jeff's office today. It was a smashing success. He wowed everyone with his cuteness, plus, as per usual, they all loved his hair.
Connor got to have lunch in Daddy's office.
Take your son to work day.
Look at him mesmerizing the ladies in Jeff's office.
Sweet Gabe is a natural. Look out Gabe, babies are contagious. You and your wife might be next.
Wish us luck tomorrow at his two month doctor's appointment. He'll be getting a bunch of shots and Mommy's nervous. Stay strong Connor and stay strong Mommy.
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