Happy birthday to my little sweetheart baby.
At two months, you are smiling (we still have to work pretty hard for it, though), cooing, holding your head up, and loving Momma best of all. You are still confused by the two-months-long absence of the thumbs you kept near your face and enjoyed in the womb.
You like it when Daddy plays with you (at this point, games mostly involve lots of staring). You love nursing, and pacifiers maybe even more than that. You still like water (inhabiting it, not drinking it) and being swaddled.
Things you do *not* like: shots, the nasal aspirator, screaming (your siblings are more than a little loud).
You look like a combination of features from your brothers and sister. And maybe it’s because you were named after your great-grandfather, but I’ve recently thought I could see his and your grandfather’s features too. Whoever you resemble, you’re beautiful. A sweet, serene pea.
Happy two months, Archer Gene.
