2 Months!

What's with the Snoopy band aids, you ask?

Cooper Wyatt, you are 2 months old today! You are an absolute JOY and we love you bookoodles and oodles! You are a constant reminder of God's faithfulness to us and we couldn't ask for a better distraction from all of the yuckiness we are enduring right now. When we are in the thick of things, we look at your sweet little face and suddenly there isn't a care in the world.

You had your 2 month check up this morning at Dr. Cooper's office. You were a little ham and had the nurses giggling with all of your cooing and gooing. You were a champ during your shots (holding off on all live vaccinations because of Daddy's chemo). Mommy even held it together when you cried for 3.2 seconds. Cooper:1, Vaccination Monsters: 0. Go Cooper Go!

You weigh 12 pounds 8 ounces now (23 inches), take 3-4 ounces every 2 hours, wear size 1 diapers and 0-3 month clothes, sleep 7+ hours at night, fight naps ALL day long, enjoy long walks on the beach and candlelit dinners, coo and goo, giggle and grin, scream bloody murder when we stop feeding you to burp you, rub your nose on Daddy's chest when you are sleepy, gnaw on your fists when Mommy isn't looking, poop in freshly changed diapers only, blow it out at least once a day (had to go home naked from lunchbunch at Chick-fil-a Monday because you blew it out so big there was no recovering...), cackle when we play "Peekaboo", go nuts when we dip your Binky in sweet tea (Bad Mommy), and are the ABSOLUTE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO US!

You are a busy little fella these days. You still LOVE the bath. It's your happy place and we love to see you chillaxing in the tub at the end of a long day.

You keep asking why Daddy refers to you as "Hef" after your bath. Mommy pretends not to overhear the inappropriateness of that particular nickname but I laugh about it when no one is looking. Silly ol' Daddy.

Speaking of nicknames, you have just about a gazillion. Here are just a few: Coop, Super Coop, Mister Cooper, Cooper Pooper, Pumpkin Doodle, just plain old Doodle, Baby Blue, Turkey, Lil Bit...It looks like you may not know your full name until you go to pre-k.

You don't like wearing hats. Clearly. But you look so cute!

You love your swing, Mister Froggy, and your Binky. You still have trouble keeping a good grip on your paci because of your shortened frenulum (ENT appointment scheduled for next month), but you see no problem with Mommy and Daddy holding it for you for hours on end.

You love love love to hang out with Daddy. He is your hero and you let him know it each and every day. You are so strong! You tell us you are done being a baby and want to be a big boy now. You sport the baby wedgie often and Mommy can't help snapping pictures of your sweet little cheeks. Those sweet little cheeks will NEVER, mark my words, NEVER be caught in those ridiculous Huggies Jeans Diapers. (I'm watching you, Lori). "The cutest you'll ever look pooping in your pants". SERIOUSLY!? Come on Huggies.

You started sitting in your Bumbo seat this week and absolutely love it! Mommy has senior citizen moments when trying to locate the Bumbo seat by calling it the "Boppy-Bumbo-Binky" thing. Kind of like when Mama Potts used to say "Amie-Alton-Annise-Christopher-Ali" just to tell one of us to come to dinner or to pick up the phone.

Cooper you are a super star! We love you to the moon and back and can't wait to see you grow and change over the next few months. When I was pregnant with you, I treasured the verse: God is able to do immeasurably more than we could ever ask or imagine. We know this to be true when we look at you, Baby Blue.