I am hyooooge!

According to the doctor at my two-month checkup today, I am healthy and doing great. I got all his immunizations (ow oww owwwwww) including a new one for meningcoccal meningitis, which sounds scary so I'm glad to get some protection.
They weighed and measured and poked and prodded me, and apparently my growth is 90th percentile for weight, 98th percentile for height! I tower over the other babies! And I'm doing all the developmental stuff I should be -- smiling, tracking faces, responding to voices, etc.

Hooray for healthy me!

It used to not bother me when they took my temperature, but now it really really REALLY does. And I've been eating more and sleeping less the last few days...mom's hoping it's just a growth spurt, but we'll see. Before that, I was getting close to sleeping through the night...

Seven weeks old - and smiling!

I turned seven weeks old on Saturday. My new skills include pulling mom's hair, scooting up onto my knees when I've been on my tummy, and finding and eating my hands. I have also figured out that if I kick my feet and wave my hands around wildly while sitting in the bouncy chair, it....BOUNCES! This provides hours of entertainment every day -- OK maybe just one hour or so.
I like belly time more and more. I have this one really cool blanket that somebody knitted, with sheep and checkers and little ribbons on it. It's soft and snuggly and very interesting to look at.
And I like showers! They're SO much better than baths! Dad holds onto me the whole time, and mom just soaps me down while he rinses me off. Then mom catches me in the towel, and puts me in front of the super awesome heater thing, that blows hot air all over me. Usually I get so relaxed that I pee. It's sooooo nice.

Boot Camp

Today was Day 2 of my SIDS-avoidance training.
Mom invented it (she may have been a little spooked by something she read on the American Academy of Pediatrics website).
She puts me on my belly on the baby mat and makes me turn my head from side to side by talking to me from different parts of the room. All that head-lifting is giving me a strong neck!
When I'm lying on her tummy, she hlds my hands so I can do baby-pushups, and lets me push off of her legs with my feet to crawl upward.
And every time we're on the diaper table, she puts a little flat plushy cloth doll over my face and makes me thrash around until I either get it off, or get frustrated enough to start crying. It sounds like torture, but I actually enjoy it -- if I'm being fussy it makes me stop crying whyle I concentrate on trying to get it off. I'm getting better, too -- I've grabbed hold of it a couple of times, and have succeeded in knocking it off of my face enough to stare at the picture on the wall next to me. I think I impressed her today with all the back-arching and leg-kicking I did, too -- she's been religiously strapping me to the diaper table whenever she has to turn around.

I am so grown up.

In the last week, I started focusing on things that are way farther away -- like all the way at the ceiling. I started being able to really bat at my toys, and I even hit them about half the time. I figured out how to grab onto mom's necklaces, hair, and shirts -- awesome! Except she stopped wearing the necklaces (so the pawn shop plan will have to wait).

I'm awake, alert, and I even entertain myself for up to an hour at a time sometimes! Today I did that outside, in my bouncy chair, while mom and uncle Chris did some gardening. It was fun!

Weird happenings

Mom just finished reading me my first story, "Sleeping Ugly." It's a fairy tale about a prince that decides to kiss Plain Jane instead of Miserella (the princess that is beautiful on the outside but ugly on the inside). I was patient through the whole thing (well, I was nursing), and then she read the last three pages super fast so I wouldn't fuss.