At your 2-month pediatrician appointment today, you were 10 pounds 12 ounces and 22.5 inches--our petite little baby. You do seem so much bigger to me now than when you were born. You're still kind of in-between sizes for clothes--only the smaller 0-3 month things fit you but newborn stuff makes you look like an older woman going through a mid-life crisis who tries to reclaim her youth by squeezing into that size 4... (Might I add that that sentence could describe me right now.) Sadly, you're kind of in-between sizes of diapers, too. I think this makes for more diaper failures.
You're making progress with holding your head up and generally having more head control. We also make you bear weight on your legs and you're getting better at that as well. It's so funny seeing your little body "stand." And you've found your hands! You have much more control over your movements, often putting those hands in your mouth or rubbing your tired eyes with them. You're much more alert and are awake much more often than in your early weeks. You track things much better with your eyes and sometimes enjoy looking at toys but really just want to see faces. By far the most exciting development this month has been your first real, social smile. I was so excited and, of course, also teared up. It was awesome. Your gummy grin and crinkly eyes. Sigh... You do it more and more frequently but I'm not sure if anyone except me has seen it. Just like when you'd stop moving in the womb when Daddy came around, you hide your smiles these days.
A few other firsts... You used your stroller for the first time. Maggie, you, and I walked down to the water. You've done great in it even though it's still a little big for you. You generally stay awake and quiet the whole ride, just looking around. You also attended your first wedding that happened to take you to Jackson County for the first time (where I grew up). You were very well-behaved at the wedding. I was a bridesmaid so Daddy had to tend to you. At one point a baby started crying and it didn't even phase me. Then I realized, "Hey, a baby is crying. HEY! It's not my baby!"