My little Rhys is two months old.
Two months old but I feel like I have known him for so much
longer. Happy in the morning, cranky in the evening, round cheeks and big
grins, he is just like his brother was at this age. His little newborn personality feels so
familiar and with birthdays just two days apart I really feel like I am
living a déjà vu from two years ago. Same chilly winter days at home, same music
playing from the baby swing, same little blue eyes looking up at me at 3am.
So similar and yet so different. This time around our chilly winter days have been filled with trying to distract a wild toddler with art projects and counting games (and let's get real- far too much television) instead of lounging on the couch and scrolling through Pinterest. Trying to get out of the house this winter has been challenging to say the least. Since I go absolutely insane being home for more than a day or two we have been learning to make it work, even if that means Rhys siting in his carseat in a snowbank while I dig out my car so we can get to Target- my happy place.
All in all, we are doing well and starting to get the hang of this family-of-four business. So far I have learned that planning ahead with two is key, it takes approximately five times longer to do anything, and a big glass of wine in the evening can cure crazy.
Now on to the cutesy stuff.
At almost 12 pounds, Rhys is a full 3 pounds bigger than Cal was at this age. My hopes of using Cal’s old baby clothes for Rhys is definitely not going to happen. I just put Rhys in his first 3-6 month outfit today, a size that tiny Cal didn’t wear until the summer. I love that I get to experience a chubby baby!
As for milestones, Rhys is holding his head up, has discovered his hands, and is smiling like crazy. I took these photos a week ago
and he was just starting to smile here and there. Now I can’t stop the boy from
grinning when he’s awake. He will smile for anyone or anything. Mom, Dad, Cal,
a dangling toy- the boy does not discriminate.
Millions of smiley Rhys photos to come; consider yourself warned. This little smirk is just the beginning.
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