Two months old

 Today was Roark’s two month check up at the doctor.  He is still holding onto his Sumo baby look and weighs fifteen pounds even.  Since his length (24.5 inches) is in proportion to his weight, the pediatrician has assured me that he is fine.  He’s just a big boy.  This saddens me a little because I want him to be little and cuddly for as long as possible.  He doesn’t look like a newborn anymore, and in fact, could pass for a baby twice his age. 

I thought I would take this opportunity to document what life is like for our little Roarkus at two months.  The question new mommies are always asked is, “How is he/she sleeping?”  Well, he has had a couple of glorious nights where he slept six hours straight, but for the most part, he will go five hours before wanting to be fed.  This is by far much better than the previous two hour feedings we were doing a month ago, and I am feeling less like a zombie these days.  But I look forward to when I can report that he is sleeping through the night.  He’s getting there.

Roark started smiling at us several weeks back, but really makes you work for it.  The only exception to this is when he’s on the changing table.  He LOVES the changing table!  I don’t know if it is the couple of seconds of freedom where he feels the fresh air on his cheeks or what, but when I lay him down he just can’t help himself.  His face lights up with this goofy, gummy smile, and his legs start pumping with excitement.  I know he is my kid, and I am bias.  But I still think you would have to have a heart of stone not to find it adorable. 

Life is good, and we adjusting more and more each day.  I have accepted that I am just a little more frazzled these days.  Ken keeps telling me that it was the same when Edie was young.  Then he gently reminds me of all the times I locked myself out of the house or drove off with my purse on top of the car.  I have yet to do either of those since Roark’s been born, but I did walk out of a public restroom with my skirt tucked into my underwear the other day.  So I wouldn’t say that I am fully on top of things just yet.  We’ll get there, and hopefully I will have a shred of dignity left when we do.