Amelia is 2 months!!!

Dearest Amelia,

13 lbs, 13 oz

24 1/4 in

What in the world?!?  You've been with us for 2 months now and words cannot express our love for you!  Yes, you are hard work.  So is your brother.  But, our hearts are full.

This was a big month!  You did a lot of firsts...

Your first Musician's Corner in our hometown.  You slept the whole time except needing to nurse once.  You and I went to kids' corner with Oliver and I tried to hula hoop while wearing you and it didn't work.  Glad I didn't fall.  Ha!  (More firsts below.)

Your grunting is pretty much gone...yay!!!  Sleeping is improving, though you still eat all the time.  You're not taking a paci (STILL) and so sometimes that's all I know to do.  FEED YOU.  Hey, it works =)

I take a lot of pics of us during the night.  I don't want to forget those sweet, tiring moments.  Plus, I have to keep you upright for a bit after nursing or you'll spit up.  Sometimes PROJECTILE....eek.

You've started giving me a few longer stretches at night, so I thank you!  You're still swaddled, but you can get your arms out and suck on your hands.  Girl, listen to me...you'll love a paci!  I promise.

It's pretty fun to dress you.  Thanks to some friends, you have oodles of clothes.  So much that there are days I don't know what to put you in!  I call this picture: PATTERNS.  =)

We're still trying to get you to take a bottle.  Sometimes you'll take an ounce or so and other times you flat out refuse.  So, we'll see.

You love outside.  You're so calm and alert!  We'd go out more, but the mosquitoes are terrible.

We keep you with us at night, after Oliver goes to bed, and just hold you.  Now's the time to do that and we love it!

You've really started smiling and cooing this month.  It's THE BEST thing ever.  Oliver still yells because he likes to see you jump.  He's in a lot of time-outs because of that.  Bless.  He loves you so much!!  Always saying, "I need to touch Amena!  I need to touch her.  Put her by me!  I need to hold Amena!"  And the other day, he hugged you and said, "Amena, you my best friend?"  Your dad and I got emotional.

You go from totally happy to totally angry very quick.  When I do bedtime with Oliver, your daddy brings you downstairs and I can hear you scream.  He turns on the hair dryer and you stop.

Your brother had strep and I was scared you got it, due to some of your behavior, so I took you to the ER for the first time.  Luckily, it wasn't strep, but you did get your first cold.  Sorry, sweet girl!  Lots of germ sharing is gonna happen around here.

I mean...

We go on walks and as long as I'm moving, you're happy!  And now, you're even looking around and taking it all in.

That cold took us to the doc.  I just wanted to be sure all the flem wasn't in your lungs.  And it wasn't!

You had your 2 month visit and got your shots.  So sad!  But you were calmed instantly by sweet mama milk.  

The doc that saw you (not your usual one) was going over your stats with me.  He pointed to your weight and said, "she's 95th percentile which is a little heavy for her age.  It's pretty normal for breast babies to do that so we aren't going to put her on a diet."  Instead of telling him off and saying, "my girl is perfect and healthy and how dare you say the 'D' word in her presence.  We use words like strong and healthy," I chose to practice restraint and just nod. 

I know he didn't mean anything by it, but I've had issues in the body department, just like most women, and let me tell you something, Amelia...the world will try to tell you you aren't good enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, stylish enough, flirty enough, etc.  The list will go on and on.  My prayer for you, since the moment I knew you were you, is that you will find your worth in Jesus.  That you will have confidence in Him and through Him. 

We love you so big, sweet girl.  May the stars always align for you..