Happy 2 month anniversary of my major abdominal surgery, everyone!
Wednesday, June 29th, 2011Penny is two months old today. So. This is where I tell you some things about how Penny is different than she was a month ago, or what she’s like now as opposed to one or two months ago, but not three months ago, because three months ago, she was this asshole:
So. Penny at two months.
Special skills: Impressions. Military crawl. A “HELP HELP I’M IN PAIN!!! Just kidding, could you hand me my pacifier?” shriek. Spitting up and missing the two to three burp cloths spread around the expected landing zone. The Stealth Puke.
Main annoying features: Likes to “save up” for fresh diapers. Performs one amazing night of sleep with a single wake up and not only refuses to repeat the act, but will not admit that it even ever happened. Has learned how to spit her pacifier directly into my face. Bites.
Main adorable features: Has started to make sounds that, while they are not quite cooing or babbling, are definitely distinct from screaming, and we will take it. Smiles like a lunatic at completely random and incomprehensible times. Seems to recognize each of our voices.
Dislikes: Being cold. Pants. Sleeping independently at night. When anyone breaks eye contact, face on face contact, or “just sit here next to me until I say you can go” contact.
Likes: Being bundled (not swaddled, bundled, and SO HELP HER if you don’t know the difference). The backside of Freddie the Firefly. Baths. The uncensored version of Cee Lo’s “Fuck You.”
Best friends: Ceiling fan. High contrast pattern produced by the combination of our black bed frame and white wall.
Preferred methods of soothing: Bouncing. Watching the Penny Dance. A very specific pacifier, please stop losing the very specific pacifiers.
Most desirable features: Sleeps or stares around quietly during every single public outing. Can burp really loud, but that is more impressive than desirable.
Favorite parent: Has already learned to turn to Phil for her emotional needs, but realizes she relies on me for food, so has not burned any bridges.
So, Penny at two months is pretty significantly different than Penny at one month. She’s a bit more tolerable now that we’ve gotten out of the whole pumping/formula/bottles/shrieking routine. A bit.
She still smells pretty bad, but Phil is basically totally smeaf and can never smell anything. Sometimes she saves her worst smells for when she’s nursing and has her butt positioned right under my nose. Eating is the only thing that takes priority over her need to be changed IMMEDIATELY.
She’s still pretty wee. She’s in her cloth diapers now, but is in the smallest rise and the smallest waist setting on all of her diapers. She’ll have to forgive me for showing you.
“I won’t be forgiving you. JUST FYI.”
She’s wearing mostly 0-3 clothing now, though a couple newborn size dresses and pajamas remain in rotation. I think the only thing that has sized her out of most of her newborn onesies is the bulk of the cloth diapers. I don’t really have any official size stats, since her 2 month appointment isn’t until later this afternoon and I’m using my Me ESP to know that I will not feel like writing this when we get home. So. If you’re dying to know how large that melon is, you’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. I’m guessing she’s going to weigh in somewhere around 9 lbs, but I’m hoping to be surprised and find she’s between 10 and 11 lbs.
She’s getting kind of long, though.
She really does love the bath, but not in the splashing, smiley, gleeful way you expect from babies. She gets this really serious look and stares at us, like, “I really appreciate what you’re doing here for me here. Sincerely.”
Her two best friends, Ceiling Fan and Bed Frame, are the recipients of most of her smiles. There was a long period of time the other day where she was laying on my leg and kept looking back and forth between me and the bed frame with this enormous open mouth gummy grin, like, “ARE YOU SEEING THIS SHIT, TOO?” Catching a glimpse of the bed frame makes her whole goddamn day. I know how she feels, I’m the same way about catching a glimpse of ice cream in the freezer.
So. Here she is. Penny at two months.
“I’m really quite serious about how much I love the Air Force.”
If you’re interested in Penny comparisons (note that as she increases in size, my photography skills actually decline), here’s Penny at zero months:
And Penny at one month:
And what the hell, Penny at two months again:
“Really? A polka dot dress with a striped diaper cover? Really?”
