2 month stats

Mommy:
Most days I look like someone threw me from a train and I landed in a thorn bush. I have a little extra baggage under the eyes my hair looks like a bird has found a residence in it. If you don't count my showers I've been in a bra for 1,416hrs straight. Most days I smell like spit up and I bet out of a line up of babies I could pick out the smell of my baby's dirty diaper. Kevin still tells me that I'm beautiful though and when he comes home at 4 and I haven't found the time to brush my teeth he still gives me a kiss hello :)

It's been tough and I get stressed & things snowball and I send Kevin pity party emails because I know he'll send me love notes through the day to get me by and sometimes I need them. My arms and shoulders hurt from carrying Logan around but when I ask him to, Kevin will massage them. And my eye twitches on the days that follow long nights. I would like to start working out again. The numbers on the scale are below what they were before I got pregnant and for that I'm more than happy with -but that also probably means I've lost all the muscle I had before. I want some back. This baby is only going to get bigger -gonna to need some muscles to carry him around. But until Logan is on more of a schedule lightweight flab will have to do.

Even with all the new stresses and complaints I can't imagine life without him or without Kevin for that matter. Just today I read back through all my blog entries from the day we found out we were pregnant. What a journey! I'm so happy we'll have this to read back on & maybe, because I'm documenting it, when Logan is all grown he will read back on it and never disobey me or break curfew because he realizes hes already put me through enough stress. I love him & when he cries and I pick him up he calms down -I'm the mommy :)

Daddy:

Dare I say "we've made it" two months? We knew going into this there would be no manual (although Erin has dug up a substantial amount of info online), no sleep, no time for us, less time for Dylan and no experience, just instincts. Before Logan blessed us on January 31st, we did get some practice changing diapers. What could be so hard about feeding and raising him? I'll have to admit, it's awful leaving Erin at home to fend for the family all day. I know Dylan can be a handful even when he gets the attention he wants, but Logan on the other hand is literally a handful. He doesn't nap all that well and we don't know all of his cries and fussy episodes yet, so carrying him around seems to be the default answer to his calls. It's not as taxing on me since I come home around 4 and we put him down for bed around 8. Most mornings I leave before he wakes up. To add insult to injury, I have class twice a week, so I'm only home for an hour of his awake time. It's not just that I feel bad for Erin having to take care of everyone during the day, twice a week evenings and twilight hours, but I also miss them :/ Logan is starting to smile, laugh a little, grab things with his hands and interact with us more. Exciting times lay ahead!

Logan:

2months out of the womb and I think I'm starting to get use to life out here. Mom keeps feeding me and I keep eating & growing. When I went to the docs yesterday he told me I'm up to 11lbs 7oz & a whopping 2ft tall :) The stupid nurse lady gave me my first 3 shots - I don't wanna talk about it. I'm getting more comfortable sleeping by myself and there have been two nights where I've woken up and 7hrs had passed! Normally though I enjoy a snack twice in the middle of the night. We'll see I might surprise Mom and do the 7hr thing more often I know she likes sleeping too...especially since she gave up caffeine for me, it's the least I could do.
My head is a little more steady these days and because of that I feel like Mom & Dad are forever putting me on my belly trying to get me to roll over and do tricks for them. Someone should tell them I'm not Dylan and won't do tricks on command. Dad likes to take me "walking" - he thinks I have strong legs and will be an early walker....slow down Daddy, I can't even coordinate my legs and arms enough to crawl.
I looooove George the Giraffe and Frank the Frog. Mom puts them in my face a lot - I think she just likes to see me laugh and smile and she knows they bring out a smile every time. Still lovin my time in the bathtub especially when Mom or Dad comes in with me.

I got to meet my cousin Olivia and her parents, my Aunt Andrea & Uncle Tim - Olivia moved around lots, I got dizzy watching her but mostly I was jealous she got to play with all the big kid toys. Olivia & I keep in touch via texts now that she's left. Grandma & Grandpa came to visit me again as well... Grandpa got me my first lawn mower!! and Mom left me with them for a couple hours so me and Grandma could get in a couple good squeezes.
I feel like so much has happened in so little time. I could get use to this :)

Dylan:

Is it my birthday?! All these new toys! Mom & Dad tell me I can't have them though. I think they are holding out until Christmas. That's my favorite, but I've already seen these toys, so I hope they get some more!! Oh, the little guy? You mean "bite size"? That's what I call him. Ya, I dunno. I try to hang out with him but Mom & Dad get nervous. I've even rolled over so he can scratch my belly, but I don't think he's all that into me. There was this one time, another little person came over and she dropped all sorts of tasty treats for me! I think this little guy's got potential. I'll keep an eye out for him, we're brothers you know...

2 months down, forever to go