We survived your first day at day care. You were fine, I was fine and Mary was happy with you. Unfortunately, Elijah wasn't so happy that you invaded his territory but he will get over it. You slept all night when you got home - you were worn out by all those kiddos. I was so sad that you went to daycare and I missed you but I know that you are taken care of.
Today, you are two months old. Holy smokes - who would have thought you were that old that quick! I am torn because I can't wait until you are a bit older and more interactive. But, on the other hand, you are my last baby and I need to cherish every moment of babyhood :)
I told your dad that you have jimmy-leg just like him. I swear that you never, ever stop moving. Your arms and legs are constantly going. Even swaddled, you move so much that you get out of the swaddle whenever you want! No wonder why I was always in pain - you were pulling on every muscle and torturing me!
