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Two Months Old

Ari has reached the two months old milestone today, and already I can see so many changes in him. I have none of that mourning of infancy that so many mums feel; each day that passes becomes more enjoyable than the day that preceded it for me. As he grows and becomes more alert, interacts more with us, and is more content within his own body and it's wonderful to see!

In the past couple of weeks he's discovered his hands, focusing on them and then bringing them to his mouth. As a result of this, he now completely refuses to take the dummy, rofl! Oh well, easy come, easy go! I'm very grateful that he took it for the 7 or so weeks that he did, it was an improvement on the total rejection Luey and Bryn enacted!

In the past couple of days, he's shown that he can bring his hands to his mouth while laying down or sitting, and as a result of THAT, he is now left to his own devices during the night after the initial swaddling - that is, if he gets his hands out, I
don't rewrap him, I feed him when he wants to be fed and then left him sleep with his arms free. He still needs to be swaddled to go to sleep sometimes, but even that is becoming less required except when he's really fidgety (and then he'll grumble and complain at the boob until I wrap him, at which point he smiles at me and goes to sleep - I kid you not!)...

He's started batted at toys. This started as just the occassional "accidental" hit of a toy while in his rocker, but in the past week we've seen him focus on the toys and then purposefully bat at them with stiff arms. This morning I've just
blown up the inflatable ring with dangly toy archs that we've borrowed from Jennifer. He hasn't been in it yet, but we'll see if he likes it when he wakes up later...

Sleeping now happens in our bed at night, and breastfeeding bed is going swimmingly after a rocky start. I was laying him on a palette of blankets and shifting him from head height to breast height and back again between feeds, but now he lays at the breast all night and I'm getting more confident with that now that he's physically bigger, as well...

He's becoming quite a smiley, chatty little boy, and the boys are convinced he says, "Hello", "Eik" (Erik) and "Loo" (Luey), LOL! I have to say, the "hello" actually does sound like a hello, and it wouldn't suprise me if he is trying to say hello as it's the word he hears the most from all of us!

He definitely clearly understands and responds to a couple of phrases, those being; "Do you want to be wrappled like a bapple?" (do you want to be wrapped up?) and "Do you want some meh in the chair?" (do you want boobie)... He also responds to, "Do you want Other Side? Ok, then you need to left go, open mouth" - at which time he'll usually release the nipple so I can swap sides.

When one boob is empty, he will kick like a donkey and grunt at me, rofl, as if to say, "Hey, where's my flow gone?" Also, if he wants boob and I'm holding him upright against my chest or over my shoulder, he'll launch himself to my left trying to get at the boob, rofl! He's a very determined boy already!

He searches for the boys if I say, "Where's your Erik/Luey/Bryn?"

I'm guessing that he's about 5kg now, which means he'll definitely have doubled his weight by three months of age, which just blows me away! Erik could never have done this, as he'd have had to gain 4.5kg in three months, rofl, but Ari had a good chance at it as he only had to gain 2.75kg, and he's definitely gaining weight hand over fist - he looks huge now compared to when he was born!

His hair is growing in again, it's nearly as long as it was at birth and is looking dark blonde/light brown. His eyes are still blue, but there's plenty of time for change yet, so we won't count on them staying blue just yet - though we found out yesterday that three of Dave's grandparents had blue eyes, and that includes both of Dave's dad's parents, even though FIL himself has brown eyes.

I'm happy to report that Ari did not develop colic, and at 8+ weeks, I'm considering us "Out of the Woods" on that score! We've faired pretty well with colic in our boys, only 1 from the 4 had it, that is pretty much what our odds are expected to be (on average 1 in 3 babies develop colic)... Ari has reflux like the other three had, but the painless variety that Erik and Bryn had, not the excruiatingly painful variety Luey had...

He is also mostly holding his head up now, though he gets a bit wobbly after a few minutes...

I just love that he's getting bigger, sturdier, and more interactive and each day reveals more of his personality!

I was discussing a tattoo design with my brother the other day and part of it will be four runes characterising the boys, Erik's rune is Movement, Luey's is Warrior, Bryn's is Joy, and Ari's - from what he has shown about himself already - is Strength!

Comments

Juniper said…
What a cutie! I love those pix, particularly the last one! So glad you missed the colic this time around - I have never experienced it personally, and never want to!

Looking forward to catching up in the NY!

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