You are two months old. I want to say I can’t believe it, because I’m so used to saying it, but I really can. This past month has been full of milestones for you - cooing, smiling, “talking” and mimicking. You have incredible head control, though you always have, and your legs are so strong that I expect you to get up and start running any day now! You have amazed us with your hand-to-eye coordination, because you bring your hand up to your mouth so easily, and you can find my nipple through my clothes without any problems (granted, you can find your daddy’s too, but his aren’t quite as yummy for you, I promise).

At first, you weren’t too thrilled with diaper changes but now you just look up at me with gorgeous blue-grey eyes and grin. Sometimes it looks like you’re contemplating a game of Fireman, but I’m thankful every time you decide against it. You are a snuggle-bug who loves to sleep on my chest and by my side, and you’re usually pretty good about letting me sleep through nursings (actually, you’re pretty good about sleeping through nursings yourself).

It saddens me that you’ve been sick the last few days and it seems like you have your first cold, but you will get better. Daddy and I don’t mind holding you as much as you need, little man, until you are all better. Hopefully today’s doctor appointment will yield good news and it’s just something mild. I hate seeing you sick, and having to use the aspirator yesterday the way we did kind of shook us up.

It thrills me that you enjoy books and stimulation - you don’t really get bored easily, but you spend a lot of time concentrating on faces and objects in front of you. It seems you notice detail - you’ve certainly figured out that sticking your tongue out will make me stick mine out, and you knew within seconds that kicking the toy on your bouncy will make it start again. You’re so keen to notice when Daddy or I are in the room and you’ve learned our voices apart from everyone else.

Right now we’ve been reading Richard Scarry’s “Please and Thank You Book” and you spend the entire time cooing, smiling and talking back to the book. I do hope you’ll be a bookworm like us, my baby love.

You and your father are my life, my world, my heart. Seeing the two of you together heals me in a way that nothing in this world ever has. Thank you for being such a perfect, wonderful boy. Thank you for choosing me to be your mother.

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to love you, because I do.