Two by Two

I feel like a broken record player this year in my constant phrasing of "I can't believe how fast time is going by". Rowan is officially two months old as of today. I really thought I was going to post more this month on topics other than my offspring and then I started laughing at myself thinking I had the time to blog in my"free time". All kidding aside, Rowan is the perfect little man. He is such a talker! He loves to coo and babble back at me and anyone else willing to get up in his face. It is my favorite part about him right now. He is definitely a morning person and throws around his best grins as the sun is coming up. Rowboat is also diligently pursuing his dream of becoming a baby version of King Kong. At the ripe old age of 8 weeks, he is already in 6 month clothing and size three diapers. I swear that he grows a half an inch every night. In fact, he barely fits in his bassinet which is a major bummer considering how convenient and fantastic it has been. At his two month appointment today, he weighed in at 14 pounds and 26 inches long. He is 82% for weight and is completely off the charts for height. The nurse actually measured him three times because she didn't believe he could be as big as he was.

 Other really awesome part of Rowan's personality is how he is whipping me back into shape. I started running the day my doc gave me the go ahead. It helped that Rowan has yet to be upset on a walk and we had been cruising the parks and neighborhood since he was 2 weeks old. I also discovered he will get fussy if I have him next to me on the playmat while I walk on the treadmill, but loves it when I run on the treadmill at a speed anything over 5.8 mph. He's pretty specific about what he wants my fitness level to be. He'll just sit there and stare at my feet. I think he is a bit envious of people who can walk and stand on their own. He has been trying to stand a ton lately which has started to prove difficult when I try and put him in his car seat and he's all, "Nah mom, I'll just walk wherever we are going." 

Even though Rowboat is such a fantastic baby, he has his days just like anyone else. He still is struggling with eating which makes me wonder if he actually belongs to Sel and I.  It's also crazy how one day he will be totally fine nursing and the next, he hates it. I think part of it is he just gets upset that I am not letting him observe the world for twenty torturous minutes. That, or I am somehow producing arsenic. 

This month has been crazy busy and exciting for all three of us. Rowan traveled half across the country (a fourth across the country potentially?) to visit his aunt and uncle in Missouri. The trip was planned on a whim and the drive was kind of miserable. Row really did great all things considered, but road trips with a newborn aren't exactly a breeze. We also were amazingly lucky to get a visit from my grams. It was all too precious to see her and Rowan love all over one another. Also, we have been doing so many fun things with the fantastic friends also workin the mom thing. It's so nice to have multiple activities during the week to keep both Row and I entertained. We are seriously the luckiest to be surrounded by such incredible people.

Finally, I just have to say that I have the best job in the entire world. After some budgeting, saving, and a huge leap of faith, we decided I won't be going back to work. I struggled for a bit deciding, but then I realized I am just not strong enough to leave Rowan with anyone else. Maybe someday when he is getting into everything and asserting his independence, but right now I would just be a hot mess leaving him. I think working mom's are super women for juggling all that they do. Right now I am just trying to soak in every glorious and certainly not glamorous moment being Rowboat's mom. I have been feeling so guilty lately that Sel's job seems way harder than mine. He has spent the last month studying 12 hours or more everyday. That bearded man is going to make a fantastic physician someday and certainly makes a fantastic med student/father/hubby right now. 

Okay, I won't keep boring you and will just flood this post with some pictures from his amazing newborn photo shoot.

 Fair warning about our outfits; I have never been a style star. I used to wear my dad's XL M.I.T sweatshirt with spandex to school and think I was some sort of trend setter. I was also sleep deprived and Sel is absolutely no help when it comes to caring about clothing. Just ignore the fact that I am in polka dots, Sel is in flannel and Row is naked.