Dio turned two months old yesterday. I'm still a bit stunned that I've already given birth and now all of a sudden I have a chubby 2-month-old. With a toddler to take care of as well, I haven't had time to just sit for hours on end, gazing into Dio's eyes and thinking about how cute my newborn is and how in love I am. It's more like jumping on a bullet train and you're gasping for breath and trying to take in the view before it disappears.
Dio's crankiness is getting better. He started smiling when he was 6 weeks old, and we're getting more grins out of him every day, although none on camera yet. We've discovered that he likes being held facing outward looking at things, rather than facing my chest. But the absolute best thing is setting him underneath a quaking aspen on a windy day. (And here in southern Alberta, most days are windy). He'll lie there contentedly, looking around, waving his arms and legs, for 20-30 minutes at a time. Eric, his dad, and his sister ran a 10K this morning. Maybe I'll be up for running that distance again in a few months, but not right now! I started running a bit this week and had to take it very easy, and it was more walking than running. Eric was disappointed because he ran it in 46 minutes--the longest he's ever run a 10K. I was rolling my eyes a bit because I think that's pretty impressive, especially for someone who's more of a sprinter than a distance runner.Zari put on her grandma's zip-up jacket and wouldn't take it off for much of the day.