Dear Molly-wolly,
You turned two months old yesterday. Hooray! You're a big girl, my love. Today we went to see your pediatrician to get the official stats. You weigh 10 pounds, 10 ounces. Your noggin is 37 centimeters around and you're about 21" long (but your pedi things because you love to sit all yogi style, that your nurse Sarah didn't did measure your gams quite right. But that's okay.)
So where does that put you on the classic growth chart? All over the place! You're 50% for weight, 10% for head size and 5% for length (but we know that's probably wrong anyway.) You're 100% perfect! It said so right on the chart. I promise. *wink, wink*
The worst part though were the shots. Oh my sweet drama queen! You did not like them one bit. I don't blame you. Those suckers hurt! You stopped crying shortly after the shots were given but then when I picked you up and you looked at my face, you just whimpered and sobbed on my shoulder. Break my heart, little girl!
So other than the recent trauma of exams and inoculations, this month has been just lovely. You have started to smile and coo and gurgle at us. You've gotten accustomed to sleeping for more than two hours. You love to eat and even though I quit breastfeeding you exactly 1,832 times, I also restarted 1,833 times. You love boob, kiddo (your dad is slightly jealous. Yes, I did write that because I know he reads this blog. Hi, honey!)
The love between you and your Ben-Ben is growing so much. Molly, your brother is smitten with you. I am so excited for the day when you and he can play together (and inevitably argue with, pick on, and bicker with each other.)
You're starting to stir so I'm going to go for now. I love you, darling princess. My sweet love!
LHK,
Mommy
P.S. I promise to edit this post with your two month picture soon!
