Somehow you are two months old. And not only that, but my procrastination has continued (or lack of time), and you are almost now THREE months old. MIND BLOWN.
Let's revisit your second month for a second with pictures:
Our little moose with Sam the moose at 2 months.
Of COURSE big brother had to join in the fun.
A comparison of you at two months to one month. It's amazing how much more alert you were at 2 months. Both times, mellow as can be, but certainly more alert at 2 months.
And a shot of your big brother on the left at the same age, you on the right. You can definitely tell you are brothers here, although your gut is definitely the clear winner. And by the way, your brother better watch out because you were a full inch longer than him at 25 inches and a pound heavier (13 pounds 13 oz) at the same point in time. YIKES!
Speaking of your brother, we call him your crazy. And why? Because he is yours and he is CUH-RAZY. He is all up in your business ALL.OF.THE.TIME. I think inherently he knows that you are going to be bigger than him, or at least give him a dang good run for his money in the brother wrestling arena someday, so he is taking full advantage of the time when he's twice your weight.
Too bad for little turtle, you are closing in fast... and even if you weigh less than him, eventually you are going to do some serious damage with those rolls of yours! Or that buddha belly you've got going... not sure what you are going to use as your weapon of "defend against OE" quite yet.
Despite his total toddler craziness (seriously, all the damn time), he truly does love you. I can promise you that, even though you've had your fair share of objects fly your way these past two months. Including being hit square on the head by a school bus and fire truck. I'm not sure what about your head looks so appealing to hit, and what about your crazy's toddler stubborness makes him think this is a good idea when we've explained (and then disciplined) a million times over regarding "DO NOT HIT BROTHER'S HEAD." I think, to be fair, you are still pretty unsure of this bigger-than-you, but smaller than mama and poppy human that seems to like to breathe and yell in your face to make you aware of his existence. I don't really blame you for that.
I think this is why in most pictures with him, you are looking at him with a look of disdain and "What the hell is going to happen to me next?" Or "thanks a lot GUYS for making me sit next to this crazy person again."
Or "Oh dear god, he's going to smash my head in again, SAVE ME!!" (When really, Oe was truly being nice in the below picture, but how would you know when history does not quite prove that). To Owen's credit, I really believe that he does love you (to our credit, we are CONSTANTLY trying to protect you... sometimes that little turtle is just too quick!) I do know that Owen would never intentionally try to hurt you and in fact, most times when you get wonked, he's just trying to play with you and doesn't quite understand why you can't yet. If we have people over and they come near you, he is the first one to protect you. In fact with one person that was over that tried to touch you he FAH-REAKED out, not wanting anyone other than mama or poppy to come near you. And he asks for you every day... "B? B?" At the end of this month, you were giving him smiles and coos left and right, so I know without a doubt that despite all the thumps he's given you (that you're sure to return someday), you will both be the best of buds. There truly is nothing more heart warming than seeing my two little loves together.
Luckily this month you continued to KILL IT at this thing we call sleep. I seriously think it is my reward for an utter two years of hell with your brother. He has proven time and time again that he is the higher maintenance child, and I'm so grateful to have followed him with such an easy baby. You sleep, you eat, you coo, you smile, you poo, and repeat. You get fussy for a little while in the evening when you're done for the day, but other than that, you are just easy as pie. Now if only mom and pops could break the record of no sleep and start to sleep through the night now that we have two kids that are sleeping decently, that would be amazing!
I remember with Owen seriously thinking he might be an only child, and I really do not believe that was a function of experiencing a baby of my own for the first time. After having you, I know that I indeed was not a crazy first time mom. He was just a TOUGH baby. He screamed to the point where I would start to cry because there was nothing I could do. He screamed until the point where I cried for my lost days of NOT being a parent, and then I would cry for having such horrible thoughts as a parent. After you, I am validated in the fact that I did the best I could with a tough baby, and luckily, he's a pretty damn good kid. With that knowledge, I enjoy you and your easy going temperament that much more (and your cute funny faces).
And just to prove that you sleep all the time, anywhere... a few photos:
(My favorite place you sleep, ever...on me. Ah, nothing better. PLEASE DON'T GROW UP!! We usually cuddle every day at some point because I just can't get enough baby cuddles, and usually every morning around 4am I will pull you in to bed with me while you finish off your night's sleep. It is the best thing ever, hands down. If having babies didn't mean I'd eventually have toddlers and then teenagers, I would always have a baby around... not that toddlers and teenagers are BAD (quite the contrary), but there's just nothing like the sweetness of baby cuddles).
There have been a couple of nights where you have partied all night. I really can't complain too much because 1) when you are awake at night, you aren't screaming, you are just being cute and 2) they are really few and far between. Below was one picture of a 3am party. Please stop trying to kill me with your cuteness.
We also did a lot of fun things this month. We went in to my office to sign our estate/trust/will. This was kind of a weird day as it's a little morbid to talk about all the "what if's" especially when we are so high on life and relishing in our young family. Hopefully in your (young) lifetime, we never have to utilize this estate/trust plan, but know that you are protected in the "just in case." While we were there, you also got to meet a few of my co-workers, which, as you can tell you were supremely excited about.
You also got to meet your grandma and grandpa Baker for the first time when they flew in to visit and meet you. You were a big fan of watching golf with Grandpa in the mornings (or perhaps the "watching" should be quotes for you, as you mostly just slept...) I think he was a fan of you, too.
During the week that they were here, your poppy and Grandpa built a big playset for your brother. It is actually for you, too, but you don't really appreciate it yet. Clearly.
A shot with Owen, Grandma, and Grandpa.
You also got to hang out with your cousin, Dylan Enzi. She's almost 2 months older than you but even at 2 months, you are quickly showing that you are going to make an effort to out-grow her as fast as possible.
And, you got to hang out with three other new friends from mom's work- Nolan, Kate, and Peyton. Nolan is 4 months, you were 8 weeks, Kate was 11 weeks, and Peyton was 5 weeks in the below picture. Something must have been going around in the water at work as all of your moms are audit managers, and you were all born within 4 months of each other (and three of you within weeks of each other!)
During this second month of your life, we learned even more about you. We kept expecting you to change your tune from the mellow sleepy baby you popped out as, but you didn't. You were still the little lovey bug you came in to this world as, although you did realize that when you screamed, you'd get what you wanted faster if you screamed LOUD (I think Owen taught you this, or you learned that you needed to be louder than him to be heard around here).
You continued to just love to cuddle, eat, and have just been pretty complacent about everything else. Your poops were still a little "off" but we have that mostly under control too, and it doesn't seem to really bother you. It is not even close to what we went through with your brother even though we did have a few days of poos that were definitely less than ideal. I have the diet figured out from your brother and it seems to be in line with what works with you, too, although you are much less sensitive than he was (thank goodness!)
You've come in to this family and have ingrained yourself in to it. You are the piece that fits, and we wouldn't have it any other way in spite of the madness that we sometimes feel at the end of every day (case in point: below picture- evening at our house. Juggling kids... bathtime, teeth, bedtime, and crash).
We have loved getting to know you, to kiss your giant cheeks no less than 1980394809 times a day, to laugh at your rolls, and to look in to your beautiful blue eyes.
We love that you love to sleep, but we love that you love to smile and coo, too, when awake.
And we even love you in the moments when you do decide to scream your head off. We also love to do things with you- to hike with you, to walk with you, to take you to places that are special to us. Even though you aren't old enough to know what's going on yet, it still means so much to create these memories and to have you with us.
We are so very deeply in love with you, and can't wait to get to know you more. You make us laugh somehow everyday... even if we are laughing because you averted one more truck from your brother once again, or if you get struck and don't cry because you've gotten used to it (does that make you tough or does that make us bad parents?) Your smile is so huge and wide and lights up your whole face, and our whole worlds. It is, like your poppy says, what makes this all worth it (and in moments when I see your poppy smile like this, you smile at your brother, and your brother smile at you... I almost always lose my marbles to complete and utter tears of immense gratitude and joy).
It's in those moments that we truly have a feeling of bliss, of family, of the meaning of what life is truly all about. Thank you for being a part of our little family, and for everything that you already are to us in it. We can't wait to see what the future holds.
Love,
Mama.
Mama.
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