Well, we survived the first two months. I am happy to report that I'm all but completely sure that I've solved the mystery of what I was eating that was causing Locke's GI issues. Unfortunately, in addition to milk and soy, I had to give up wheat, too. Between those three things, basically all of my favorite vices (ice cream, cookies, chocolate, etc) are off limits. I had hoped that would make losing my pregnancy weight easier, and perhaps in a few months I'll look back and realize that it did, but I suspect I may be one of those women whose bodies try to cling to those last 10 pregnancy pounds as backup breastfeeding fuel. I know a lot of people who said those last 10 pounds were extremely hard to coax off, and so far, I appear to be one of them as well. We'll see.


As far as developmental milestones go, we've really only hit one: first smile. He doesn't smile often, but we finally started seeing honest to goodness non-gassiness smiles around 7 weeks. I'm stunting his head/neck control development by not insisting upon tummy time as often as I should, but he hates, hates, hates to be put on his belly. I need to suck it up and do it anyway, and I know it, but it's hard for me to intentionally make him miserable, you know? Yeah, that's practically part of the 'being a parent' job description, but when they're this small...okay, okay, enough excuses. I'll start giving him more tummy time. Sheez.



He remains a teeny tiny little peanut, barely making the growth charts. At his two month checkup he was only 8lbs, 2.5oz, 21 3/4 in, 37cm head circumference, in the 3rd, 15th, and 8th percentiles, respectively. I was a little bit surprised that his doctor didn't tell me to start supplementing him with formula, to try to beef him up a bit. As long as he stays in the 3rd percentile, they're not worried. Wish I could say the same. It's weird to me that two months in, he's still smaller than quite a few newborns. Hell, when I was born I was 7lbs 15oz, so he's barely bigger than I was when I was born. Still, other than the whole colitis thing, he seems healthy enough. I suppose I shouldn't worry...but then, that, too, is part of the parenting job description.



Here's a more recent picture of my little guy. His eyes are exactly, and I do mean exactly, like mine. I really underestimated how weird it would be to see my eyes in someone else's face.