Two Months

It's hard to believe our little guy is already two months old. Where has the time gone? Seriously, the days just fly by, and I don't get much accomplished (such as blogging!). I have great intentions, but my plans seem to get derailed every day. I'm learning to have very low expectations of what will and won't get done in a day, and to just enjoy every moment I have with Westin.

He's getting really fun, and I'm sure it's only going to get better. He smiles and laughs and has recently found his voice. His favorite time of day is morning, around 7 or 8am, when he's well rested and well fed. He will talk away and giggle and smile, and it is the most wonderful thing in the world. I honestly look forward to every morning for that reason. I keep meaning to capture it on video and show everyone, but I get lost in the moment and forget to break out the camcorder. One of these days I'll remember.

At this moment he's asleep on my lap with a pacifier hanging out the side of his mouth. He looks like an old man with a cigarette dangling. Quite funny.

At his two month appointment he weighed 15 lbs and 1 oz. This puts him in the 97th percentile for weight! He's quite the chunk. My sister Jennie affectionately named him her little Butterball, and that is an appropriate nickname. He's dense, like an offensive lineman! He's 23 and a half inches, which is the 75th percentile for height, but his head is only in the 25th percentile.

We've had a whole slew of visitors over the past month and it has been great. We feel so blessed that our family wanted to come meet Westin and sacrificed time and money to be here. Now everyone is gone and it's just the 3 of us. We're trying to settle into a routine, whatever that is! Fortunately Westin is sleeping well at night. He's averaging around 6 hours at a time, so I feel great about that. We don't have a daytime nap routine yet, so I'll be working on that soon.

Well, he's waking up from his little snooze on my lap, so that's it for now. More later.

I leave you with a recent picture of our little Butterball.