My Dearest Whitaker

My Dearest Whitaker,

Today, you are two months old. Your two month appointment confirmed (without a shadow of a doubt) what your dad and I have been saying. You are huge. Well, maybe not huge, rather healthy, very healthy. You are 24.5 inches tall and weigh in at 13 pounds and 12 ounces. This puts you in the 98th percentile for height and 90th percentile for mass. Like the rest of your body, your head is in the 98 percentile and meausures 42 centimeters. Full of many, many brains.

I would love to be able to go on and on (well not really) about all the complexities of your personality, but simply put, you are a joyful, relaxed, and easy baby. Don't worry you aren't complex. "Complexities" at this age are just a nice translation to describe a whole lot of crying and fussiness. You eat great (clearly). You seem to be sleeping well and have actually clocked off a couple 8 hour nights in the last month. I will wake up and look at my watch and wonder how you are still sleeping. This whole co-sleeping thing hasn't been as bad as I thought. Since those two activities, sleeping and eating, are still the bulk of your day I can't really complain about any of your traits.

This past month you have also started REALLY smiling at us [me, your dad, and sister]. I love when I look over at you and notice you are looking at me. I will smile at you and you will flash meet the sweetest grin. That is how I would characterize your smile, it is a grin. It originates in your mouth and takes over your whole face, even your eyes smile. It is contagiously huge and really easy to get. It melts my heart everytime.

I don't want to think that you are too, too perfect quite yet. You definitely have your moments of fusiness and crying. However, your fusiness is mostly resolved when someone picks you up and that person doesn't necessarily need to be me. As for your crying outbursts, you definitely have some lungs on you but the times you use them are mostly reserved for hunger.

You love baths and you have already learned how to kick your legs and "splash" around a little. We have already put you in the double stroller and you enjoy our walks around the neighborhood and our runs. You have rolled over (front to back) approximately four or five times. Honestly, I don't think it was intentional. I think that you have just gotten the momentum and have "rolled" over, however, when you are reading this in 30 years and you have your own kids, you can tell them that you rolled over at 6 weeks.

The summer has come and gone in fits and starts this year (one of the worst summers in Seatlle). When the weather is nice we have gotten out and tried to enjoy it as much as possible. Like all things, you take everything in stride and are happy going with the flow.

Well son, it is time to conclude this letter by telling you, you have brought pure happiness to my life. I tell your dad everyday that I wish I could stop time and you be my baby or this age forever. I don't think that is going to happen - wishful thinking on my part. Can't wait for the next month and spend more time with my favorite big/little guy.

I love you always.

Love, Mom