In my head you were born last week. You in fact are 10 weeks old. 70 days.
I had forgotten so much of what the early days brought; Your 'new' cry, and your jerky movements and your ability to fall asleep in the most uncomfortable of positions. And I don't want the early days to end...
And then suddenly, you are on the move. Off the play mat, pushing off with your feet and across the sitting room. Scooting up the crib and getting stuck in a corner. Pushing up and proving to me that you do in fact have that funny little step reflex after all. You love sitting up and Effy "rowing" with you is such great fun.
It took us time, but we finally got to the bottom of your sickiness and your ghastly burps. It transpires you're super windy and super greedy, but a step back to reassess your bottles, your milk and your eating habits has made this so much easier and I can predict you almost as well as I could your sister now.
You're getting to the point where your toes want to burst out of 0-3 month clothes and I've sold those beautifully new born nappies. Your eye lashes are growing faster than the rest of you, although apparently your head is also huge. It doesn't look it. You smile for everyone who will look at you and you're getting the hang on chatting. I suspect chuckles aren't far away. You still hate the car seat, but you'll sleep for hours in the sling.
Your big sister is by far your favourite and your eyes follow her around the room. You're incredibly tolerant of her slightly over zealous but well meant gestures and you seem to have taken well to the role of little sister just fine.
Two months. You just get better and better.