two months.

Sweet little Sophia:

• you are starting to look like a real baby to me. No longer fragile and small but chubby and cute.
• all your smiling is contagious. Even though you still cry a lot, causing Mason to copy me and shout "Seriously, Sophie, I hear you." It's a wonderful change to see you so bright eyed and happy. I especially love how you light up when your brother hugs you.
• but when you are angry, you don't cry, you scream. Ear piercing wails that I'm sure if we lived in an apartment child services would surely be called.
• you are eating between 4-6 ounces at a feeding (usually 4 hours) but tend to cluster feed in the evening starting around 6pm. That's when you get 2-4 ounces about every hour until bed time.
• with the added chubs you are now beginning to wear 3 month clothes.
• sleep is getting better. The last few nights you have gone 6 hours between your last feed before bed and waking up in the middle of the night for your next feeding.
• you have a death grip, especially when it comes to my hair.
• you have the beginnings of little babblings, desperately trying to talk to us.
• your baby acne has started to disappear. Yeah!
• you've got a pout that rivals my best. Which means this trait was either genetically passed down or a result of you being no doubt 100% female.

I can't wait till your monthly scheduled check up to see how much you've grown in numbers. Nor can I wait to see what changes and developments this next month brings.