Time flies. Or perhaps it’s just the second child. The pictures are fewer but I seem to remember the moments and days a bit more. Violet is pushing three months old so need to get these first couple months on the record.

One month old.

9 lbs. 13 oz. & 22 in.

Can’t complain about you sleeping through the night, I can count on one hand the number of nights where you’ve gotten up every two or three hours — you are a 6 hour sleeper for the most part. The swaddle/rock-n-play is amazing. As a result your days are a bit more in flux. You’re not really into the swing (gasp!) or the pacifier and would rather be held. And bounced. And jostled. You have mastered the furrowed brow and are quite particular. You eat very well, and it seems to show. Mama got a “good job” at your 1 month appointment!

Two months old.

11 lbs. 6.5 oz. & 23-1/4 in.

You’ve exercised your right to a witching hour. The right to not have the same things produce the same results. You have a flair for the dramatic. Very happy, very angry. On/Off. I haven’t figured out your cries, it sounds like the same scream. But have finally figured out that you do much better when your eating schedule is every three hours. You do “crunches” in the swing and rock-n-play as if you are trying to sit up. You coo. A lot. You have begun being startled — Molly sneezing gets you absolutely in a knot. You know your mama and your daddy. You look like your mama except your eyes are still blue 🙂

After realizing that you hadn’t gotten yourself on a schedule, the day came where force was necessary. August 22. I stayed home all day with the intention of getting you on a routine and sleeping in your crib. I hung out in your room all day, at the ready with the pacifier and a gentle tap on the back. 10 hours later, and 200 pages of Lincoln: Team of Rivals later, it seemed to have worked. Was able to revel in *my* accomplishment when you slept all night in your crib! And, whether by coincidence or not, since the routine was put in place, you haven’t had a witching hour. Perhaps you aren’t as finicky as I make you out to be.

Your brother has finally accepted that you are here to stay. He takes great pride in saying “my baby sister Biolet”. He loves to help you with your toys. And, I think, you like him back.

Keep growing little one. We can’t wait to see what you do next.