Ow! My leg! Mom!

Today was Tyler’s two-month well-baby checkup. He was, once again, *the cutest baby*. Victory!

His appointment was for 11:00, and I wanted to meet up to be there too, so, of course, Jess called me at 10:35 to inform me that they were already there. I drove over and met them in the waiting room and then we took Tyler over to get his measurements. He was asleep, but woke up as we were getting him all naked-ed up for the doctor. He gets all cute and stretchy when he wakes up. Anyway, he’s 12 lbs now and 24 inches long. Up from 7lbs 15 oz and 22 inches at birth! That’s a lot of baby. While we were walking him over there we saw another newborn coming the other way, crying her lungs out but *barely making a whisper!* How quickly you forget how small they used to be.

He was quickly soothed back to sleep with a pinkie while we waited for the doctor to show up, and after questioning to make sure that Tyler’s cuteness is right on schedule, she gave him a quick exam and gave us the thumbs up. She did hear a tiny, tiny heart murmur, but it’s a relatively common thing to hear in the youngest of babies and not worth worrying about unless it gets worse with age.

Then came THE SHOTS! Trauma! Tyler was lying down all nice and sucking on pinkie to keep calm when the nurse, with much professionalism, held down the legs and gave him three shots, rapid fire. He hadn’t even gotten to the second “waah” by the time she was done. That first “waah” was pretty bad, though. One of those lung-clearers that gets quiet at the end so that you know they’re gearing up for another good one. Mommy and daddy were there to sooth him, though, and he calmed down just enough to realize he was also hungry, so we fed him and all was well. Jess cried a little, though. She’s a mom.

Speaking of moms, we have a spare! Nana is here with us now, and has been lending all of the helping hands she has available. She’s been helping with cooking, making us French toast for breakfast the morning after she got here and also helping with dinners and the like. It’s definitely nice to have her around. Tyler has taken to her as well, she’s gotten several nice smiles out of him. She feeds him and plays with him and tickles his little baby feet. We may have to keep her. She can’t get to the airport without us. Mua ha ha ha haaaaa!

Tyler continues to make little progress every day. He’s definitely started to recognize things. He still cries his little heart out when he gets hungry, but when you sit in the ‘baby feeding spot’ he calms down. We’ve started to develop a nighttime ritual, and he’s gotten good at falling asleep and occasionally even soothing himself to sleep, too. He slept 9 hours once, though Jessie didn’t. He would ‘wake’ every hour or so, make some cute noises, and then just conk right back out. I’ve developed a cast of characters for his play-mat, though I don’t think he recognizes the continuity, yet. Mr. Toucan is the hard-talking, hard-working gym trainer, always demanding more energy and focus from his baby guests. Mr. Monkey is way more laid back. Then there is “the white monkey” (he is a rattle) that is the arch-nemesis of Adventure Baby (He’s Number 1 for adventure!), though Adventure baby is constantly foiling his plans.

Also more clothes. He’s grown out of most of his 0-3 month clothes (I think they size these things so you can pretend your baby is way more advanced. Already in three month clothes at two months! I’ll bet this doesn’t happen to absolutely everyone!) so we went to the consignment shop (shoppe?) to get some used baby clothes. Mostly simple onesies, but two things stood out. 1) I got a onesie that said “captain adorable”. Yes. 2) At some point, they stop making onesies. He’s going to have to wear pants!

In non-baby related news (less and less of that every post, I’m sure) Jessie’s teeth are feeling much better, thanks. She’s off her antibiotics and can feed Tyler again, now, if she wants. I made four loaves of bread and I’ve become so good at bread that I can actually be disappointed with some of my loaves. I call that progress. We’ve also lined up a photographer for this weekend when Grandpa Preecs comes down. Pretty much just for the pictures, I suspect. And I’ve been playing a lot of a game called Dungeon Fighter Online. It’s free! Maybe you would also join? (You will probably not join.)

Jess got to go get a massage this weekend while I took care of Tyler, and then today she gets to go to derby. I get to go to Judo tomorrow.

-N