Sunday, December 13, 2009

Devin- 2 Months Old

Mommy has been very busy lately. She feels very guilty for taking so long to update this journal about my turning two months old! Mommy is the busiest lady I know in real life. She doesn't have a lot of time these days and I'm tired of waiting on her to journal, so I thought I'd do it myself.

I became two months old on December 11th. Everyone says the time is flying by quickly. I really can't tell. All I do all day is eat, sleep, poop, eat, sleep, poop...you get the idea. My days are quite boring. I was a fussy baby for a while there. Mommy says it lasted from about week four to week seven. Mommy cried a lot during that time. But we seem to have survived it nicely.

Now I am a joy most of the time. Everyone tells Mommy that I am the cutest thing ever. Why they say it to her and not to me...I don't understand that. I am the cute one after all. She is just the mommy. I have very squishable cheeks. I always hear people saying that.

I have a very funny hairline in front. It looks like an inverted widow's peak. I get comments on it a lot.

I have finally outgrown my puberty stage. I shouldn't hit that for another twelve years or so. I no longer smell like an oily old man all the time, and my cradle cap and acne is cleared up. I look like a baby again instead of a teenager.

I smile all the time, especially for Mommy. All she has to do is raise her voice to this silly level and I smile really big. She talks really funny too when she does that.

Somehow I acquired the name "Mr. Moo". I guess it is because I like milk so much. They even wrote a song about me and I always hear someone sing it to me first thing in the morning. It is to the tune of "Happy Birthday" and it goes like this-
Good morning Mr. Moo
You live in a zoo
You look like a monkey
And you smell like poo poo

I always smile and squirm when someone sings this to me, especially when they sing it in that funny high pitched voice.

I fit perfectly into size 3-6 month clothes.

I had my two month check up on December 14th. Dr. Allred said I am a cookie cutter baby like my siblings. I don't understand what he meant by that. I weighed 12.5 pounds and I was 23 inches long. I don't know why they care so much about how big I am. Dr. Allred asked Mommy about my eating habbits. I like to eat a lot. I mean, A LOT!! Mommy makes really good milk. In fact, when I hear her voice I start looking around until I see her. And it's not because she has a nice face. It's because I know she has milk for me. I love milk.

I got shots at that check up. That was an experience unlike any other! I cried a lot. My brother and sisters got flu shots that day too. Mommy and the nurse had to both tackle my brother on the ground to give him a shot. I don't know why he cried so much. He only got one shot. I got four shots. They all got suckers. I didn't get anything and I got the most shots of all! I don't understand that one.

I like to watch people when they talk to me. I like to watch their mouths and I try to move my mouth to do what they are doing. When I do that, my chin starts to quiver and people think I might cry. But my chin doesn't quiver because I'm about to cry. It's just that I'm concentrating really hard. I think I am pretty smart to watch people so closely.

Mommy is my best friend. We always fall asleep at night together, sometimes holding hands. I like her smell and I nuzzle in closely to get a better smell of her. No one in this world can comfort me like she can. I hope she knows how much I love her. I want to take her to my prom one day. And I will let her come with me to college. She is a good mom. I wish every baby had a mom as good as her.

Now maybe she will have some time to journal about me at three months. I might have to do it again. We'll see!








3 comments:

Joey and Nettifer said...

cute post! Love that you put it from his perspective.

Audrey said...

He is so adorable!

Ev said...

So I was reading your song that you sing to him, and I heard your obnoxious voice in my head. Thanks for that.

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