I have already given my parents a glimpse of teenage girl drama when I go from this:
To this:
In a matter of seconds.
I am still growing like a weed, weighing in at 11 pounds, 7 ounces. That's the 75 percentile, which I caught my parents high-fiving over. It seemed like they were pleased with my 22 beautiful, smoochable inches, too.
I am still the queen of spit-up, but since I'm happy 99% of the time I spit-up, and because I am gaining weight, the doctor doesn't want to make me take sour medicine. I guess my mom will just keep having to change her shirts all day!
I love, love looking at my birdie mobile in my crib, but that's about all my crib is good for right now. I sleep best in my cradle swing and my mom said something about survival and exhaustion, so it sounds like she's going to let me keep swinging for now. In gratitude, I gave her another six hour stretch the other night. But I like to keep my mom and dad on their toes, so last night I woke up to eat every three hours.
I am pretty happy when those big people put me on my tummy, and I even impressed them by rolling onto my back two days ago. Don't tell them, but I had no idea what I was doing!
My brother is still really loud, but I think I'm getting used to it. I also don't think he's going to change, so I figured I better! He is such a funny guy, making silly faces and showing me his toys. Just this morning, my mom caught us both in my crib while Luke was showing me his Batman. He is so excited for me to start laughing. He thinks he'll make me laugh all the time, and I think he's right.
So, I love my mobile and my brother and milk, but I also love being outside. If I'm fussy, usually a walk outside will calm me right down. I'm glad my parents are getting to know me better! Now, if I could just get them to stop putting me in the car...
Except for two more vaccinations, I don't go back to my doctor until I'm four months old! I like being two months, but four months old just sounds so cool.
