Two Months Old

Nicholas is now two months old. (Well actually he is 10 weeks old, but I am a little late on this post.) Nicholas had his two-month checkup with the doctor last Friday. He weighed 10 lbs. 12 ounces and was longer than the average baby his age. I guess that means he is going to be tall like his Daddy. Everything else was normal. Unfortunately for Nicholas he had to get his first set of vaccinations while at the doctor's. He stayed tough and only cried a little. He did feel puny the rest of the weekend though.

Nicholas started daycare this past week. He is in a class with three other babies and two teachers. His class will stay this size for as long as he is in it. I have been pleased with the daycare so far. He gets a daily report card that tells what time he ate, when diaper changes happened (We really don't have to know all the wonderful details of this, but at least if we wanted it we would know.) and what he did all day while we were gone. His first report tells about how he listened to a story, how he relaxed in the bouncy seat, and so on. There is even a weekly newsletter from his class and this week's letter had the entire last paragraph devoted to welcoming Nicholas and telling what he likes to do in class. I think we will really be happy keeping Nicholas here.

So these days Nicholas is becoming such a little character. He continues to swing his fists (like the picture below), but our little prize fighter can do more. He has learned to smile the cutest, toothless grin you can imagine. He definitely is learning to wrap Mommy around his little finger. When he smiles at me, my heart melts and he could probably get away with anything. (Well at least for now since his options are somewhat limited.) Nicholas is also loving to talk to others. He just laughs and chats with anyone who will listen.

Okay, so everyone talks about how much Nicholas looks like Brad. I couldn't really see it until now. When I see Nicholas whining in this photo it reminds me so much of Brad that it is scary. Just kidding Brad!
Who knew that a fist could be the source of such amazement?

Meet Nicholas' favorite toy-the swing. If he doesn't want to sleep in his bed or when he wants to continue to eat just to make himself fall asleep or when his belly seems to hurt, the swing always comes to the rescue. We can sit Nicholas in his swing and within minutes he is off to dreamland. I know that this is not the best place for him to sleep hours on end, but you do what you have to do sometimes.

I told Brad to take a picture of Nicholas and me after church so I would look somewhat put together. Every picture of us seems to be of me in some old t-shirt, hair unfixed, and probably some spit-up somewhere. I at least want a few photos of me looking presentable.