Friday, September 25, 2009
He says you are perfect, but we already knew that.
You are 23.5 inches long (75%).
You are 23.5 inches long (75%).
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And 10 lbs (25%). Way to grow, Nolan!
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You obviously have a healthy appetite.
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And now for the good stuff.
At 2 months old, you recognize faces, especially Momma's.
You study the face of whoever is holding you, particularly their hairline.
Your dimple is as cute as ever!
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You are smiling lots, even laughing a few times recently.
You coo at me when I talk to you softly.
You are still only sleeping for a few hours at a time. It seems your grumbly tummy wakes you up, demanding milk.
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Time is flying by, little man. Your brothers adore you and can't wait for you to "get bigger and play" but I am just treasuring each second of your infancy.
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