Baby update: Two months

I thought I better mention this milestone, you know, before she passes it on Tuesday and becomes a whopping three month old.  It’s a little tardy because this last week she decided that she only wants to nap while being held.  So while her night-time schedule is still a dream (usually 10 hours a night since she was about 5 weeks old), I am getting very little time during the days.  It’s really cramping my blogging style.  Sheesh.

At two weeks, I mentioned that she was a terrifically good baby that had never spit up on me.  Well, this is . . . still true!  Neal’s gotten it a couple times, but none for me.  [Except, wouldn't you know, I wrote this on Sunday night and yesterday she did spit up on me for the first time!] Course what she lacks in spit up, she makes up for in drooling.

So first her stats from her doctor’s appointment:

10 pounds, 15 ounces (up from 7 pounds, 13 ounces at birth)

23.75 inches (20 inches at birth) — a funny thing about her length: she is longer than she looks.  A friend whose baby is 3 days younger than Addison came over and we were talking about how much longer her baby looked, with her long legs and arms.  Addison literally looked like a short, stubby, fat babe compared to her little girl.  Come to find out, Addison is actually longer than she is; we think her length must be in her torso with kind of squatty legs.  We think this because one relative, to remain nameless because I wouldn’t want him or her to think I was offended, asked me after her two-month check-up, “So, did the doctor say anything about thinking she would be really short when she grew up?”  Me: No.  “Oh, I was just wondering since, you know, her legs are sooo short.”  Classic.

She is a pretty average and proportionate baby, around the 40th percentiles in height, weight, and head circumference.

Likes:

1. Smiling at herself in the mirror — of course, she may think that she is actually making friends with a different baby altogether
2. People, people, and more people — this is most distressing to my people-phobic Neal
3. Ponies — she is always saying to me, “I want a pony.  Give me a pony, you mean old witch.”  Although, oddly, she seems to only find her voice when Neal is holding her

Dislikes:

1. Kidney beans — she is a bit of a maniac when I eat these
2. When I say, “You’re crying for no  reason” — especially  in a sing-songy voice

Firsts:

1. Laughs — in one of these aforementioned mirror-smiling sessions, Neal was having her box with herself and she LOVED it
2. Calling her mom a “mean old witch” — see #3 above

I know I should put in a whole slew of pictures, but I haven’t had a chance to download any really recent ones.  So I’ll demonstrate one of her best tricks, holding on TIGHT:

Grandpa Call's neck folds = awesome for grasping

Baby wants chapstick

. . . and writing implements

. . . and Daddy's fingers

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