The Two Month Old

Six weeks since I've posted? Unbelievable. I almost felt like I'd given this blog up completely. I don't really have an explanation either. It is not because Owen is a hard, fussy baby. Not because I'm crying in my closet with postpartum baby blues. Not because I'm out exercising this extra baby weight off (just for laughs I had to throw that one in there). Not because of any one particularly hard thing. It's just been life. Life with 5 kids, a new house, a new routine, etc. It has been busy around here just like everyone else and this is sadly one of the things I let go. After looking back through my archives for hours the other day, I knew I had to get back to documenting mine and my family's life. I know I'll regret it if I don't.

So here we are onward with a new year and a resolve to get back to posting/documenting (so many posts to back date). My goal is 6 times a month. Too lofty? I hope not.

Today Owen is 2 months old. Two months! We have to back up a bit though.

Anna gave me a set of monthly stickers from here when Owen was born. Take a photo each month their first year with one of these cute stickers. Brilliant. Instead of using special printer paper or an iron on patch, it's a sticker (and doesn't ruin the onesie). I love them. Here he is 11 days old, not exactly '0' but I did get it taken before he was one month.

One month old (I was only 2 days late taking this one, progress). At 5 weeks he weighed 12lb 2oz. The doctor laughed when he read his weight. He said they like to see a weight gain of 20-30 grams a day and Owen steadily gained 50 grams a day that first month. He's a great eater.

And here's our 2 month old today (we'll have to switch up the blanket next month). Today he had his check up, along with 3 shots and weighed in at 13lbs 14oz (93%) and was 24.41 inches long (also 93%). Chubby, chubby. I love it. I love him too, so much. I know that's not surprising, mothers love their babies. I'm typically not a cheesy person but this baby boy brings it out in me. It has been so fun to have a baby in the house again.

:: Just like Reed, he wants his thumb but hasn't quite figured it out yet. I checked the archives and it looks like Reed was going strong with his around 4 months. Two more months of frustration? Hope he finds it sooner.

:: He usually only wakes up once in the night which is lovely. Last night he slept 7.5 hours. Love it.

:: My biggest complaint, he's slow to burp. But usually only in the night (or so it feels) and it's so frustrating. Milo's a good sport though and even when it's only 45 minutes before he needs to get up himself, he burps Owen and I appreciate it every. single. time.

{Christmas Eve jammies}

:: He has such a fan club. The big kids love this baby. It's a constant-who gets to sit by Owen (church is the worst, imagine the fight every week in the chapel. not pretty), who gets to hold him, who gets his binki, who makes him smile the most, etc. I hope he's ready for all these 'parents'.

:: I have to really work at not getting overly sentimental with him. I want time to slow down and yet, I know it wont. I can already look at his newborn photos and feel a pang at how fast it's gone. I can even admit to a few tears. I'll just have to live by the motto, 'The best is yet to be'.