My little man is 2 1/2 months now. I can't believe it, and yet at the same time I can. It doesn't seem like that long ago when we were in the hospital getting ready for his arrival, but it does seem like he's been in our lives forever. He is such a great baby. And remember HERE how I was all worried about how I could possibly love this baby as much as I love my sweet Farrah? Well it's laughable to me now because not only have I fallen head over heels for this little boy, but my love for miss Farrah has grown so much. Seeing her as a big sister, caring so much for her baby brother... almost too much, has made me love her even more than I could have ever imagined possible. She is so in love with her brother and so protective of him too.
Here's what's new with Kellen:
Not sure of weight and height because we had to cancel his Doctor's appt... long story but hopefully we'll reschedule soon.
He has found his hands. He loves to make a fist and suck on his hands and fingers. He sometimes will put both his fists up by his face so he looks like a little boxer... I die.
He LOVES his mama. And I don't say that because I'm biased. When he catches a glimpse of me if I walk by, his eyes lock on me and he doesn't look away. Ok yeah it's probably because I'm his food source, but hey I'll take it.
Speaking of food source, breast feeding has gone a thousand percent better this time around. He's exclusively breastfed with the exception of a bottle every few days if I'm gone for too long and daddy has to feed him.
He's a tiny guy. Maybe because Farrah was mostly bottle fed, but she was a big baby. So getting used to seeing a little peanut has been interesting. I'm sure it won't be long until he gets to be chunky. I'll be honest... I love me a chunky baby!
He's starting to make little cooing noises. And after he sneezes he lets out this cute sigh/coo. Cutest thing ever.
He's currently sick thanks to his sister passing on her germs. At 2 months old it seems pretty early, but he actually got sick for the first time at 10 days which was heartbreaking for us to see.
He's started smiling. My favorite thing is to go in his room in the morning and lean over the crib and when he sees me his face lights up and he starts smiling. Again... I die.
For the past week or so he's slept for 5 hours, woke up around 3 for a feeding, went right back to sleep and woke up around 7 for another feeding. Starting to get a little normalcy back. Knock on wood.
He now sleeps in his crib. He was sleeping in bed with us and the transition was harder than I thought it would be. Not for him, but for us. We missed having him in bed with us.
