Saturday 18th June 2011 - Two Months Old

Today you reached two months old, and things have only gotten better.

Some events have occured during this time, of which you might like to hear about. Me and your dad celebrated our first anniversay, which really proves we've pressed fast forward with things! Your dad made me a very sweet card, which I've kept so that you can see it. Your Uncle Perry also proposed to his lovely girlfriend Chloe, so that's something in the future I've no doubt you will be dressed up and paraded around for. There's talk of kilts, poor you. We also took you for your first ever photoshoot, which cost a small fortune, but was totally worth it. You looked absolutely beautiful and I am in love with the photos. Your dad also had his end of season party for his hockey team, where his coach Carey gave you your first ever hockey shirt. I pity you, Olly, if you don't like ice hockey, because frankly my love, you don't have a choice!

I've felt a big improvement in how I feel, and I think you have had a lot to do with that. You've been crying a lot less, which in turn has meant that this time has been a lot less stressful. I've also got to know you a lot better, so it's easier to know what's bothering you. You are smiling a lot more, and you've picked up a few new habits, although not all are good! In the last couple of days you've found your tongue, and this has begun to make a real appearance. You're also making many more noises, and you love all of the attention you can get. You're also incredibly curious, which is fantastic, but this has also led to you wanting to be held facing outwards with us wandering around so you can be nosey. My arms have hurt for about three weeks straight because, let's face it, that cute bum is kind of chunky! You can also kick up a fuss until we sit you down with loud music playing, which is not so awesome for our neighbours!

You're still not sleeping through the night, but some nights you do only have one feed. Others you can be up God knows how many times, and deprive us of sleep like you wouldn't believe. It has the worst effect on your father, who when he is tired cannot actually physically formulate words! It's quite funny, and I sometimes wonder who the actual baby is.

Speaking of feeds, you eat a whole lot. You tend to have about six ounces every feed, and most people tell me that at your age that's quite a lot! You're also a tantrum throwing so-and-so when you're made to wait for it for some reason, and you cry like you're utterly devastated too.

You're coming along quite nicely with your movements too. Your head control has improved, and you figdet all over the place. You like to lie on playmats and kick about and play with toys. You've got a very strong grip on you, and it's managed to find my hair a couple of times now, which is not cool.

We had you weighed last week, and you were 12 pounds 3 1/2 ounces, which translates as chunky, but also bloody gorgeous.

Love Mum xxx