2 months.

Dear baby, my baby boy, Beck,

I can't believe you are already (over) 2 months old. Where has the time gone? Last week we had your 2 month check up with your pediatrician. It was our first outing as a twosome and you did fantastic. You even got two shots. I think they hurt me more than you.

You are 13 lbs. 11 ounces. Just a bit over a pound lighter than your 6 month old cousin, Charley. We must be doing something right. And your dad reminds me that I should no longer concern myself with whether or not you are eating enough. :).

You have been born during the warmest winter in 80 years. Because of that, we have been lucky enough to enjoy several long walks as a family, with your doggy too of course. You seem to enjoy the stroller. You've eaten in several restaurants and we haven't run away embarrassed yet! This week you and I even braved the grocery store for the first time together. And today we went for our longest car ride together yet--all the way to Highland Park to pick up your birth certificate.

You are sleeping good at night. Typically giving us one four hour stretch followed by another three hour stretch once you've been fed. Then you're usually up for awhile before your first nap of the day. During the day, you still mostly insist on being held while you sleep.

You are starting to explore more with your hands. In fact, your hands themselves seem to fascinate you. They are constantly in motion.

I have caught you silently giggling while falling asleep--smiling and shoulders shaking. I can't wait for your first giggle.

I'm currently facing the debate of whether or not to return to work. It will be so hard to leave you. But I think it will be good for my sanity to get back to the real world a bit and be around some adults. So, I'm trying to arrange part time work. I'll be home with you more than away, but still getting to do some of the work that I went to school so long for. We'll see if that works out.

You continue to bring joy to our lives. Even on the days that are the hardest, one smile from you and all is forgotten.

Love you, Beckett.