Our sweet Charlie boy is 2 months old. As much as we are trying to appreciate the moment because we know how fast this can go (hello, Paul is almost 3), time is still speeding past me. He is already so big and I know it is just going to get worse. I probably should just pack his room up for college.
Charlie is the sweetest baby in the world. He is totally spoiling us and if I did want to have a third baby (don't worry, I don't) I would have one tomorrow because he makes it look so easy. His hair still sticks straight up and I love it. His eyes are still dark blue and his belly is nice and big!
We went to the doctor for his two month appointment and he was about 11 pounds, which is still not very heavy but a giant compared to Paul. He had to get his shots and I made Ryan drive all the way home from work to go with us and of course he only cried for 23 seconds. Sorry Ryan. But not really. I hate that stuff.
Charlie is a good eater and likes his boob and bottle equally. I think we are pretty lucky because I've heard about babies who refuse the bottle. I am not sure what these moms do when they have to go back to work??
Speaking of work, I had to go back this month which was obviously a huge adjustment. Of course I was the only one who had a hard time, and Charlie did great. He went to daycare for the first time and Jackie told me that she tried to put him upstairs away from all the toddlers to take a nap. But he wouldn't sleep. When she brought him down in the midst of all the chaos, he slept like an angel. Maybe because he is used to a high pitch screaming, trucks crashing, jumping on the couch environment.
I hate to write about sleep because I know once you write about it, the sleeping gods screw with you. But we have been really lucky in this department too. For the last two nights Charlie has slept the entire night 9-5:30 ish. Today I didn't have to work, so when he woke up at 5:30, I gave him his pacifier and brought him in bed with me and he slept for another hour. Until his brother woke up, hopped up on my bed and started jumping scaring me to death that he was going to jump right on top of the baby. Just getting that adrenaline pumping before 7 AM.
He does like his pacifier but I don't give it to him at bedtime. I don't know how we did that, but I am thankful because I don't want to keep putting that thing back in his mouth every second at night.
The brothers are really sweet together. Just a few minutes ago Paul told me to go away because he wanted to snuggle with his brother by himself. Charlie just follows Paul around with his eyes and Paul is much more into his brother then I thought he would be.
Charlie is really smiling and laughing and talking. I just love the baby talk. He really thinks he is saying some important things. He loves laying on his activity mat and reaching for the animals. He is getting better at tummy time, he will lift his head and look around, but he also just likes to lay down and take a little nap. Lazy baby.
He is on a good schedule. I am a schedule kind of person. I tried not to be, but it is who I am . I also tried to be a bassinet in my room kind of mom. Guess what? I"m not one of those either. Charlie is in his crib and I turn off the monitor and just wait until I can hear him. This just works better for me (I would say us, but Ryan literally cannot hear that baby cry in the middle of the night for the life of him). Anyway, he eats the first time between 6-7 in the morning and then again at 9, 12, 3, 6. His last bottle is at 9 right before going to bed for the night. We do the whole eat, play, sleep routine and it works well. His naps aren't perfect but his best nap is from 1-3 ish in his swing. This works well because I put him in his swing and take Paul up for his nap. Then I usually can have at least an hour to myself. To watch the Kardashians on my DVR. Big things happening here.
He does like his pacifier but I don't give it to him at bedtime. I don't know how we did that, but I am thankful because I don't want to keep putting that thing in his mouth every second at night.
Some days are hard. And long. And sometimes I dream of day drinking mimosas and bloody Marys or reading all day or taking a nap whenever I please. But then I see my two sweet boys loving on each other and I couldn't feel more grateful. But honestly, time needs to freeze. These wrist rolls and chunky thighs won't last forever.
Holding hands. I die.