See Tehmi writes both of her girls a little letter on her blog for each month of their lives to tell them what they are doing, how much they have grown in the past month and anything else they have going on at the time. I wanted to start doing this for Damon; I was either going to write it down in a journal (but that would take SO long and I would probably not keep it up very well. Besides, I am worried about losing it or it getting ruined) or just keep a journal on the computer (what if the computer crashed before I could back up everything? Or what if I forgot about it and by the time he is old enough to care I wouldn't be able to retrieve it?), but have now decided to write his letters in our blog. This way they will always be there as long as the World Wide Web exists and I would probably keep up on it now that I have made this public announcement :). So thanks to Tehmi for inspiring this...and here is Month 2...
Little Damon,
You are 2 months old now and I cannot believe how much time speeds up after you have a baby. You have grown out of most of your newborn clothing and your thighs are making your Daddy proud. He sees some serious vertical in your future. You started smiling at us last month and now we can coax those sweet smiles out of you when you are in the mood. You have been a colicky little thing, but the medicine the pediatrician prescribed is doing wonders for your tummy. You love lying on the floor or in your changing station kicking your legs and moving your windmill-like arms. You have this funniest little face that your dad calls the "Zoolander" face. It really does look like Blue Steal and we crack up every time you pull it. I have the wonderful privilege of staying home with you; we read together, take walks when it isn't too hot, watch Cheers (I have about 20 episodes recorded for when you are eating), dance when you need to be pacified, and make messes!
Your favorite place to sleep is ON someone. In fact you are laying on my stomach right now sound asleep. The new thing: I put you vertically on my chest and you wriggle until you are laying horizontally across my stomach with your face buried in my shirt. This face burying worries us because you love to stick your face in our shirts, the burp cloth, blankets and anything else.
There are some days where you are in a rotten mood almost all day...until your Dad comes home. You will cry all day and I won't get anything done because you won't let me put you down. Then your dad walks through the door and you are a totally different kid. Makes me look bad ;). You two get down on the floor and play and he can make you smile better than anyone. He keeps threatening to cut your hair because you have a small rat tail going on back there...I keep waiting to see if he really will.
