You turned 8 weeks old yesterday, and already I can’t believe how much you’ve changed. I mean, seriously. Look:
Here you are on the Boppy at 5 days old.
And here you are on the Boppy at 7 weeks old.
You had a checkup yesterday. After you got weighed and measured (14 pounds and 10 ounces; 24 inches long), the nurses all passed you around to get a cuddle and go ape over your now-reddish hair and soon-to-be bright blue eyes. Quite the charmer you are, but not in an overt sense. You don’t hand out big gummy grins to everyone (just me and your dad at this point), but instead give people slight smirks while looking at them out of the corner of your eye. Keep it going with the aloof thing – it will play out well for you in high school because girls LOVE IT.
You got four shots in your chubba thighs yesterday. You weren’t too fussy last night but HOLY LORD what a day we’ve had today. Basically when you weren’t sleeping today, you were crying. Not hard, but just enough to let me know you were uncomfortable. Due to poor timing on my part, I also had to be out tonight, leaving someone else to wrangle you through this post-vaccination fussfest. Our good friends Allison and Sam came to take care of you – the first nonfamily to do so. From what they tell me, you did fine, you’re sleeping comfortably in your crib right now.
This month also marked my semi-return to work. It’s just two days a week, but I must say that I miss your little face. The first day was hard (for me, not you as you spent the entire day with your wonderful grandmother). The second day was much, much easier. While I do miss you, I think it’s good for me to get out of the house and have the opportunity to miss you. When I think about you while at work, it’s more about how much I love you, not about what’s next in the list of things I need to do to take care of you. Every parent should get that time I think.
You’ve found your thumb recently and you’re getting better at getting it in your mouth on your first try. A few weeks ago you would root around for it, grunting like a mad man. Now it just takes a few drooly attempts and you’re good to go. This achievement makes me oddly proud as I know you’re not going to be dependent on a pacifier. However, it will hard to hide your thumb from you as you get older. But I’ll take it for now.
The best development this month are the smiles and the coos. The grunts are phasing out (saved just for when you wake up and when you’re “working on something.”) You spend much of your naptime cooing and squealing, just to hear the sound bounce all over the room. And the smiles. OH THE SMILES. They make the spit up, poo-leaking diapers, and occasional fusses totally worth it.