Eight is Great

Dear Baby,

Daddy calls you "Staypuft"

This morning you went to the doctor for your two-month appointment.  After handling your shots like a champ, they weighed and measured you.  At eight weeks, you are now ten pounds, 13 ounces and 23 inches long.  You're in the 42nd percentile for weight and the 91st for height.  My big girl!

You are smiling all the time now.  Your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world and it fills my heart with joy.  It is our proudest accomplishment that you are healthy and happy. 

Every day you are making amazing progress. You still haven't succeeding at getting your thumb in your mouth, but you are very determined.  Your daddy and I watch and cheer you on as you stick your thumb out and bring your fist to your face.  You're so close!  The whole thing is a noisy process, but so much fun to watch. 

In other news, you finally noticed the mobile hanging above your changing table. Last week I took a video of you laying on your activity mat.  Now you are actually smiling and batting at the toys.  What a difference a week makes!

A very short post today because we have a lot of things to do to get ready for the holidays.  It hasn't even begun yet and we already know that it's going to be the best Christmas ever.  We can't wait to celebrate with you. 

We love you, Quinn!