This week Miss Elizabeth turns 2 months old. She has lost that mystical newborn aura in favor of a much more engaged demeanor. She loves to look at faces, and if you're lucky you'll get a smile and a coo.
Late one night, Mark and I sat on the couch gazing at her. "Is she our sweetest baby ever?" Mark asked. I had been thinking just the same thing.
We're trying to savor every moment. But it's all kind of a blur of feedings and awakenings and carpools.
This week I taught Logan this trick for helping a baby who wants to go to sleep but can't quite manage it. Stroke down from their forehead to the tip of their nose, like you're petting a horse. It makes their eyes naturally close long enough for them to settle to sleep.