Max is 2 months old!

Two months Mr. Max is.

This summer is rolling by quickly and this little man is growing just as fast.  It’s crazy to think I’m two months post partum – there is such a weird transition from being pregnant, then having the baby, being totally enamored with your newborn and then suddenly realizing weeks later you’re still not quite back to your old self.  Heck, it takes months and months.  It’s a lot of time spent transitioning physically and emotionally all the while figuring out the new little babe in your life.

Maxi love is not the easiest babe in the world – he is high demand, as I like to call it.  And you know what, very rarely do I let it get to me.  I can’t say it’s miserable, I just feel bad for the little guy because he doesn’t seem content for long stretches, and by long stretches I mean there’s usually only 20 minutes of sheer happy/calm before the storm.

At the same time,  there is something so bittersweet about this newborn stage, and knowing he’s our last that I just don’t let it get to me.  I know this stage will pass and if I spend it miserable and annoyed, I’ll just be – well, miserable and annoyed. 🙂

Just look at this giant peach, he is getting to be a chubby bunny and is just delicious.  He likes to be sung to and held facing forward.  He is definitely picky and wants what he wants, when it wants it.  I oh so love this stage of smiles and cooing, and I know it’s just going to keep getting better.

He is nearly 12 pounds at 2 months old –

Those thigh creases that are beginning to show, oh baby, you’ve stolen my heart.  Today we discovered you love being sung “twinkle twinkle little star” Mommy’s rendition of course, you smiled so big and just locked eyes with me like none other.  Oh it just made my day!

Brody and Owen are really getting into Max as of lately.  The smiling competitions are hot – and they just love seeing who can make him smile first.  Needless to say, you’ve grown to recognize their voices and your sweet little head turns to find them when you hear them come into the room.

Whether you’re smiling, crying, pooping, grumpy, calm, cooing – we’ll take it all.  We love love love you so little boy –

xoxo