tWO MONTHS IS A BIG DEAL. Oops. Just looked up. It appears I still had caps lock on. Well, as I was saying; two months. Big stuff. Until then, baby is “weeks old”, now he is old enough to be referred to mostly in terms of “months” (which lasts clear until age 2 when they start being “years old” – or, for some lazier sorts, 1 1/2, when they figure they no longer need to bother with thing like: 18, 19 or 21 months and can just say 1 1/2 until they say 2). Anyway, that is neither here nor there. What is certainly here AND there is that Anders has reached two months this very day!
Yes, son, it is so.
Beyond the sadness of losing total newborn status, I really look forward to babies reaching this stage. They smile consistently and begin to have a schedule. They somewhat consistently respond to my efforts to teach them to fall asleep on their own in a crib. They eat on a more predictable three hour time table; and mostly, it is just that it is me who, by about two months, begins to feel like life is normal again. I’m busy and it is a tougher thing than it was when I had no newborn to hold while doing things like frying meat for tacos, or bathing other kids, or washing dishes, or . . . typing one handed blog posts, but I feel like it is my new life. Like I am not floundering and unsure of what on earth I am supposed to do. It’s a good stage for both of us to have reached.