So, I'm a day late. Stella was two months old yesterday. Things have been a little busy getting ready for Thanksgiving. Anyway, on to life with a two month old.
Cute, isn't she? Yes, she is. I can say this with some authority based on the amount of comments I get from perfect strangers when we're out and about. She gets looks and comments from people everywhere we go about how cute she is and how awesome her hair is. This helps me to know that I'm not just biased. Am I bragging? Yes. Yes I am.
Here she is with Grandma and Scout on Halloween. She was a pink kitty. Scout was a banana split.
And bath time. She likes her baths as long as the water is warm enough. If it's not warm enough, she cries. If the temp is right, she loves it. We were finally able to photographically document her smile as well. She's been smiling for weeks, but never when we had the camera out. Finally she gave us a good smile for the camera.
We blessed Stella last Sunday. She was a champ. Awake and alert and not a peep from her during the whole blessing. And, of course, there was an audible "aww" from the congregation when Jared held her up afterward.
This little girl keeps us smiling, even on her bad days. Fortunately for us, those bad days are few and far between. I've hesitated to talk about what a good baby she is because people get mad when I do. They ask how long she sleeps and if she cries a lot and then they get mad when I say she usually goes 5-7 hours at night, wakes up to eat, then goes back to sleep for another 3-4 hours. And, no she doesn't cry very much. Only if she's hungry or needs a diaper change. Yes, she's been a great baby and yes, I realize how lucky we are. It's been fun to watch her become more and more aware of her world and the things around her over the last month. She's often content to just lay on a blanket on her back and look around at everything. She's becoming more interested in her toys. She can't hold them or play with them yet, but she looks at them and follows them with her eyes if I move them back and forth. She's found her hands, too. She often puts her fist in her mouth if she doesn't have a paci and she's started to just look at her hands and fingers every now and then. She also continues to grow and she's filling out. She's over 12 pounds now and she'll soon be moving on to her 3-6 month clothes. She is adorable and we love her to pieces. Happy Thanksgiving from our two month old Cutie Pie!
