Flannery turned two months on June 30.
She is called Flannery, Flansie, Flansie-Mo, Pretty Girly, Miss Foofy-Britches, and just plain Baby.
She’s stretched out on the bed next to me, wearing the little strawberry sleeper that she has singled out as the one she likes to have blowouts in the most. (Seriously, she poops more in this sleeper than any other. I don’t understand it.) Eldore is next to her, trying to find a comfortable spot to sit, and she follows him with her eyes, gaping and enraptured. She is enraptured by a lot of things these days, finally (I assume) being able to see things a little more clearly. She loves to look at people, at her toy owl, at the canopy over her bassinet, and (thankfully) the camera lens.
Her eyes are still as blue as can be, and surely by now they’d be changing if they were going to be anything else. Her hair is growing in little by little, and still looks reddish, though time will tell if it’s a reddy-red or just a reddy-something-else.
Now that she finally deigned to begin sleeping in the daytime, she has been slowly and surely lengthening the time she spends awake between feedings and naps. She had a significant Wonder Week this month which disrupted the ease of her days somewhat. She went from falling asleep on her own to wanting to be rocked and rocked and rocked, which is always nice. We are almost past it completely; she has begun smiling and cooing at you in addition to gaping googly-eyed at you when you talk to her. We do love her great big googly-eyes.
She really has a pretty sunny personality; she’s fussy when she’s alone but rarely when she’s with people. Or at the very least, when she’s with Mama. I am not sure I have had a baby so attached to me in particular. She likes her siblings a lot, too. And she really does like Daddy, even though she made a great big frowny face when he was talking to her the other day. She made an even bigger, frownier face when Mommy and Daddy sang to her together. We decided not to take it personally.
She makes a lot of faces.
When she does cry, she’s so very very quiet. Her voice is pretty gentle, even when she’s really worked up over something. I’ve had to buy a monitor so I can hear her in other parts of the house. I haven’t used a baby monitor since Anselm, I think. Maybe Clive. And I’m pretty sure I could hear Aurick outside the house when he cried.
When she’s awake, she’s a little too into what’s going on around her. It can make nursing her very difficult; she wants to look around, wants to look at me, wants to smile at me, etc. Two months seems kind of early for this, but maybe my memory is just fuzzy.