It has been too long since a post. If any of you are still reading or checking this blog, take heart! I plan to return to regular posting now that my sweet angel has some sort of schedule that allows me to (GASP) have some time to myself during the day.
Kate turned two months old over the weekend, and its hard to describe the amazing changes we've seen in her during that time. And yet, while she totally BLOWS MY MIND with how cool she is, from what I gather, all her amazing intelligence (She makes eye contact! She smiles!! She coos!!!) and stunning physical prowess (She can lift her head! She is starting to try to roll over!! She is sure to begin crawling, like, TOMORROW!!!) is just really normal baby stuff. So I'll bypass a blow by blow of the last two months for you all.
What I can say is that Kate is a healthy 10.1 pound 21.5 inch bundle of wiggly baby joy.
As for mommy and daddy, we are surviving. Since Ben travels during the week, and has class every other weekend, I have precious little personal time. And, while I love every moment with Kate (ok, I didn't LOVE cleaning poop off Kate's feet yesterday morning, but you get the point) I sometimes dearly need time away. The problem is that when Ben actually IS home and has time to take the baby off my hands, I find myself at a loss for what to do. He urges me to get out of the house, but really all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep or take a long hot bath without someone running in and saying "Um, the baby is hungry and she wants her cow".
However, as we begin to settle in with baby Kate, I have started to feel the shift where this life changing event simply becomes life as we know it. And life as we know it now has some serious cuteness.