Simon!

Simon is two months old.  Seems fast.  Seems like an eternity.    

To commence the occasion, we took him to the doctor and he got six shots.  

I didn't like that one bit.  Neither did Simon.  

But what's crazy is the kid has grown three inches in two months!  That's like me growing a foot in a month or something crazy. And he also gained three pounds.  He's almost as big as his five-month-old cousin.  Attaboy.  We like 'em big around here, I guess.

He is now 24 inches long and weighs 12lbs., 7oz.  

Simon is a huge spitter-upper.  Or more like a projectile vomiter.  Right around five weeks, he just started spewing EVERYTHING.  It feels like he spits up his entire meal (but obviously not, he's gaining weight and growing...) which is really, and I mean super annoying.  Just imagine a beautiful you, all dressed for the day in your newly washed clothes and hair all fixed up - only to be foiled by a nearly bottle-full of spit up all. over. you.  In your lap, down your back, in your hair...

Yep, not a pretty sight.  

It's a total scramble to catch the flying vomit, if/when it comes.  So fun.  Our poor couches and carpet have also fallen victim.  I'm grateful for washable slip covers and we're waiting to have our carpets cleaned until this all stops.

But because we love him, we adapt and cover ourselves the best we can and go for it.  

This is what they call unconditional love. 

 Have you smelt that stuff?  'Nuf said.  

But in all seriousness, we love him to death!  I've just had to increase my laundry duty and bibs are saving my life. 

 And while i'm on the subject of bibs - there's nothing like ruining a cute little outfit with an ugly bib.  Right? Right.

He's starting to smile more.

He's starting to coo.  SO CUTE.

And he LOVES to be held.  All day, to be exact.  

And that makes it really hard to get anything done.  The kid is pleased as punch until you put him down. Then he gives it to you.  Anyone wanna come over and hold my baby while I clean my house?  For me to shower, it usually involves him screaming his guts out.  But a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do.

He's sleeping okay at night.  Not great, but better than his sister did at this age.  We usually put him down around 8 or 9 and he sleeps until about 2am and then is up again by 5 or 6.  As you can imagine, we're both so tired.  Some days I feel like I have narcolepsy.  Falling asleep while relieving my bladder is not a lovely sight and I'm sure it is a pretty sure sign that I'm sleep deprived.  Yes.  Very, very sleep deprived.  But this too shall pass.  That's at least what I'm telling myself.

I've decided that the "newborn" stage is not my favorite.  I mean, it's the constant fickleness, you know?  It's the repeated thoughts in my head of "what should I try next?"  

Does he have acid reflux?  He's seems uncomfortable.  

Is it his diaper?  Is he tired?  Why won't he sleep?

Why is he crying?  What does he want?  

Is he hungry?  He shouldn't be, he just ate an hour ago.  But maybe he is.  

 Hmm...maybe his tummy hurts. 

Maybe it's the...blah, blah, blah. 

Repeat in head.  Over. And. Over. Again. 

It's tiring.  It's exhausting.  

Am I the only one that feels this way?  Am I lame?

Maybe I just have hard newborns.

I'm excited for the time when things normalize a little bit.  And maybe I'll be eating my words in a few months (or years,) but right now, I'm just excited for the fickleness of newborn-ness to be over.  

Despite it all, we love him.  And I mean LOVE.  We're so happy.  

And Lois adores him.  She sings, "I Am a Child of God" all day long and makes sure to let me know when he is crying.  She likes to shove the binky in his mouth and she loves to give him kisses and hugs.  It melts my heart.  I think they'll be good friends. 

 And I think Lois will be a really good boss for Simon.  :-)

And here's some pictures of our little dude!  My, how those cheeks have filled out!

This is usually the face he starts making as soon as I try to put him down.  

Let's see you try to ignore this face!  :-)  It's such a look of betrayal!

We think he has Jason's chin.  I think he looks a lot like my dad.   

It's always a constant, "who does he looks like?" 

Who knows, really.  

And we like this picture.  He looks like he's about to start a very serious conversation.

Until the next blogging stint, have a nice day, week, month until you visit again...

Hopefully, it's only a few days or weeks.  :-)