Angelfish Two Months

So I am just not as together as the awesome mommy bloggers who write wonderful heartfelt letters to their kids at each stage of their development.  That probably won't ever happen here. 

That said, it really is amazing how Angelfish went from this little pipsqueak of a newborn with curled limbs and clenched hands to a chubby infant who reaches out an explores her world.  She loves her mirror and a turtle that has a bell that rings when she hits it.  I have both on one of those infant playmats that suspend toys so babies can reach for them.   My girlfriend has one with an octopus right over the baby's head (Baby Einstein) and when her baby is done with the playmat, her face crumples into tears.  That is when the octopus "turns evil."  Angelfish does the same with her mirror -- after a little while she's just done and lets us know.  Does that mean the mirror baby has turned evil?

The social smiles have started -- she has at least a dozen variations on her smile and we see all of them whenever we change her diaper.  She gets so excited when we go to the changing table.  Bullshark suspects its the bright colors we chose for her room.   I suspect its because she lets out enormous gas whenever we open her diaper.  Seriously, girlfriend needs to lay off the pinto beans and cabbage.

I think my favorite smile is what I call the slow half-cocked smile.  It starts on one side of her mouth and spreads slowly across her whole face.  Its like it starts as a smirk and then you watch recognition dawn and move across her features.

She has this little "meh" cry she does when she wants attention, but she's not otherwise hungry or gassy or in need.  Like when her mobile stops -- she'll "meh" til someone starts it again.

Since quite literally birth she has made these awesome old man forehead wrinkles -- she looks alternately puzzled or concerned when she does it.  Its a feature that comes from my Dad's side of the family... I do it too.  For at least the first month, her left eye always looked squinty and she still squints a bit in pictures.  I used to do the same.  Hell, if the light is wrong, I still do.  It is so weird how inheritance works.

Seriously, for posterity, it took me OVER FOUR WEEKS to nurse this baby without crying (literally crying, yelping and gnashing my teeth) in pain. 

I went back to work this week on my new (almost) full time schedule and it hurt. I feel like I am missing so much and I know I promised I'd write about my daycare arrangements and work and how pumping is going and how Clownfish likes being a big brother and how my fantastic husband has really stepped up ... but right now I just wanted to focus on my little miracle and record some of the awesomeness of this age before she's old enough to write her own damn posts.