Month Two

Everything changes so gradually. Looking at the boy at two months old, he is doing so many things that he wasn't at one month: trying to suck his thumb (but mostly getting all the rest of his hand instead), cooing and smiling, batting at the toys in his gym. But when he started doing these things, I don't remember. He also has mostly stopped pooping at night; which is nice, since we started cloth diapers this week, and poopy nighttime diapers are a pain.

• Not nice names we've called the boy: blob, fatty-pants, poopy-pants, spawn, parasite (although that was while he was in the womb, and doesn't really apply now), crabby-face. I'm sure there are more. Poor thing.
• My worries aren't just mine - they're every mom's. I have been looking through my own baby book this week, and it's nice to see that my mom had many of the same thoughts and worries that I do now (when will he get on a predictable schedule?). It also reminds me I should probably be keeping up on his baby book...
• Just when I think I have him figured out... Since he has been around people more, and making more visits, I notice that I know him better than anyone except maybe his dad - when I know anything, that is. I know what a sleepy look is, what a frustrated cry is, when he wants to squirm instead of being held (which is most of the time). I think he's got his parents' introverted nature, which is not a bad thing. But right when I start to learn about him, he suddenly starts something new.
• Looking ahead doesn't necessarily mean I'm not savoring the now. These past two months have gone so quickly, and he is so different now than he was at the beginning; I can't wait to see where he's at one or two months from now. I know everyone says to enjoy this age, and I do, but it's exciting to see him grow and learn. Each day is its own, but I have fun trying to guess what the next day will bring as well.
• Guess the first word. Toss up between penis (re: my first post) or poop (see rude names above). Although in reality everyone knows it'll be dada. That's everyone's first word.
• People who think being a stay-at-home mom isn't a real job have never been a stay-at-home mom. This job is hard work! I am cooking/cleaning/doing laundry/playing with the boy from 6am to 8pm, not to mention the middle of the night feedings. And then there's all the calories I burn feeding him, and I have to take time to feed myself with something healthy, i.e., not potato chips. Someday I'll get to play with my Sim families again...
• My gag reflex has diminished significantly. Although the spit and poop of other people's kids still have the same effect they always have. At least I can tolerate my own kid's bodily fluids.
• I am not a baby person. I love my own. But the urge to coo and cradle other people's offspring has not taken hold... I wondered if that would change. Despite that, I look forward to having more. After Disneyland, that is. Can't let pregnancy get in the way of Space Mountain.