Two Months

Oliver is two months old today. It is amazing to think how about how much he has learned and grown in eight and a half weeks. He loves to intereact with us, if we catch his eye he will smile and coo and chat away. He also loves to watch whatever Isabel is doing. As long as he is not totally exhausted he will calm down immediately if he sees her and be happy for quite a while just watching her antics. He is finally only eating about every two hours during the day and is taking more regular naps allowing me to put him to sleep by rocking instead of nursing. Until a few days ago he was going to bed around seven and sleeping a little longer at night too, maybe up to five hours. But for several days now he has been getting up every two hours after an initial stint of three hours, making for a zombie mommie...I hope this changes soon. I also hope he'll take a bottle. We've been trying, but so far no luck. Isabel never took a bottle either, and I was really hoping Oliver would be different. It is funny to watch us try to give him a bottle. As soon as the bottle touches his lips he makes a face like it is the most horrible thing in the world and soon starts crying. He actually does the same thing for pacifiers, his fingers, or anything else that normal babies might suck on, if it is not mommy he won't even consider it as a means of comfort or nutrition. The best thing he does however is smile. I love when he looks up at me and gives me his little grin and makes his happy noises.