Two Months

Evie turned 2 months old on April 14th. Uploading pictures, editing pictures and writing a blog post takes days...or in this case, weeks. You would think I had all the time in the world since I'm at home with Evie all day, but that's a big negative. I've got (a million more) thank you notes to write. I need a haircut. I need to buy smaller pants (what?!). I just can't get it all done when I've got my arms full of soft, squishy lovin'.

Measurements  |  Not sure, but I'm willing to bet that she's over 11 lbs. now. My back would give you a money back guarantee. Update: On April 26 (10 wks) Evie weighed 11 lb. 4 oz. and was 24" long. That's around 50th percentile in weight and 90th percentile in height. Where did this tall girl come from?

Wardrobe  |  Size 1 diapers and size 0-3 Months in clothes. I was sad when I put on the last little itty bitty Newborn diaper. She has outgrown a few of the outfits that got heavy rotation in her first month. Girl is getting big.

Milestones  |  Evie flashed her first social smile when she was 5 weeks old. The recipient of this priceless gift? Her great grandmother, Mema. She's pretty generous with her smiles these days. I've caught a few fleeting smiles on camera, but her biggest, gummiest grins are reserved for me and not the camera lens. I'm totally ok with that.

Evie likes:

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  Bedtime routine (nurse, bathe, massage, swaddle, sleep). And every morning when I wake up without bags under my eyes I thank her profusely.
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  Naps in her swing or carseat
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  Colorful, noise-making toys
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  Diaper changes
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  Making a fist and sticking her arms straight out in front of her
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  Smacking and drooling on her fists and arms when she can find them
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  Holding her hands together (hands are big deal around here)
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  Blowing spit bubbles
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  The great outdoors

Evie dislikes:

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  Napping for more than 30 or 40 minutes at a time. Hello unproductive day.
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  Pacifiers (but I'll keep trying)
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  Tummy time, if it lasts more than a few minutes

I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point our newborn grew into a baby. She's awake, she's alert, she smiles and she interacts. I can't put on the brakes, so I'll just enjoy the ride.

Confession

I have a confession. This whole having a baby thing has created a monster. I've always taken a lot of pictures. An excessive amount, actually. I can't snap one, I have to snap 100 to make sure I get the perfect shot. I think this started with my polaroid camera in middle school. I took picture after picture of my sheltie, McGee, dressed up in Auburn t-shirts and sunglasses. My imagination was limited only by the number of my polaroid film cartridges. Thankfully, digital photography has given me freedom...freedom to torture. So really it shouldn't surprise me that, with this perfect little angel of a subject, I have turned into a full-time mom paparazzi.

I have taken an obscene amount of pictures of Evie. Ready for it? Over 3,000. Nope, not kidding. In this child's 2 months of life I have hovered over her with a camera over 3,000 times. She may think my face has a large, round black hole in it.

For every picture I share with friends and family there are many more like it. Only from different angles and of different faces. You see, Evie is constantly moving and making faces and doing new things. Every single thing she does is so darn cute. Combine that with my technical photography shortcomings and you have a recipe for picture overload.

Most of the pictures I take are out of focus or underexposed. I need a better lens, better lighting. However, I can't bring myself to delete any of them. I will hoard them and cherish them because they are little snapshots of Evie's life.

Namesake

When Evie was 5 weeks old she went on her first trip away from home. We drove to Slocomb, Alabama to see Mema and Mama Metcalf. Both of them loved Evie to pieces.

Evelyn Metcalf, known to most people as Mama Metcalf, is a very special lady and Evie's great great grandmother. She will be 101 years old on April 22, 2010. She can still tell you stories about growing up in southern Alabama a century ago. Isn't that amazing? She remembers the first time she saw an airplane. She remembers people talking about the sinking of Titanic. She remembers illnesses, hard work, the Depression, horse drawn buggies and 5 cent haircuts. I bet she never thought she would hold her great great grandchild in the year 2010.

 

5 Generations

Evie got lots of lovin' that weekend. I know she won't remember the moment she was held by those beautiful 100 year old hands, but I always will.

Happy Easter!