2 months

Seth at the doctor's office, completely ignorant of what's about to happen

Yesterday was Seth's two month birthday as well as his two month check-up. He, of course, had no idea what he was in for. I did--and I felt like a terrible mother taking him in to get stabbed 3 times. Luckily Jon was off work and could come with me.

Seth actually did really well--he cried a little bit, but it was nothing compared to the PKU/jaundice heel prick scream (which he had to go through FOUR TIMES). We ended up giving him a bit of Tylenol later in the afternoon because he was fussy and a bit warm, but then he slept for 4 hours and woke up happy as could be. In fact, he put on the most impressive song-and-dance routine I've seen out of him (and, of course, the video camera was dead). However, he couldn't let this trauma pass without dishing out some punishment in the form of blowing out his diaper BIG TIME while I was nursing him. So pleasant.

Here are the stats: 12.5 lbs, 23.5 in, 15.5 in head circumference. He's pretty solidly in the 75th percentile. I think he's done with the whole "put on a pound a week" phase--he's sleeping longer now and not eating for as long. Hallelujah.

Things Seth can do at 2 months old:

-Hold up his head without any support from us (unless he's really, really tired)

-Stand up and support his own weight (we just have to help him keep his balance)

-Smile--although he's still very selective about who gets smiled at and when. Seeing Jon in the morning usually evokes the biggest smiles (which is SO unfair. I'm the one who feeds the dang kid)

-Go for 6 hours between feedings at night. I usually feed him around 8:30 pm and don't hear from him until around 2 am. And if I do hear from him, now I just put his pacifier in because I know he CAN make it 6 hours.

-Talk up a storm

-Sit up all by himself. That's right--our child's a prodigy

-Wake himself up from a dead sleep to fill his diaper (which usually ends in a blow-out)

-Spit up on himself, me, and three stairs all in one shot

-Enjoy taking his bath (although he doesn't like his feet to touch the water)

-Spit his pacifier into the storm drain, where it will remain for eternity

-Design his own rockin' cool hairdo

-Refuse to interact with his parents when the ceiling fan is on (it's apparently much more interesting than we are)

-Make fabulous spit bubbles and then drool them down his onesie

-Turn his head from side to side during tummy time

-Mistake his dad's nose for his pacifier

Tragically, I didn't get any pictures of his cute not-so-little thighs with bandaids on them. Why? Because my camera decided to die AT THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE. Now it will only take pictures that look like this:I think our video camera will take pictures, provided that I 1) charge the dang thing, and 2) figure out how to use it.

By the way, we totally weren't lying about that whole "sit up on his own" thing. Not at all.